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Seems I got to have a change of scenes

Everynight I have the strangest dreams.

Imprisoned by the way it could have been

Left he are on my own or so it seemed.

I got to leave before I start to scream,

Before someone locks the door and takes to keys



Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself

Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself



Boy you shelter me with warmth and rye

And even now I sit and I wonder why.

That when I think of you, I start myself to cry.

Just can't waste my time, I must get by.

Gotta stop believin', in all your lies.

Well there's too much to do before I die.



Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself

Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself



Ooh don't you get too lost, in all I say.

In a better time, you know I really found that way.

But that was then and now you know it's today...

I can't get set for it, guess I'm here to stay.

Till someone comes along and takes my place.

With a different name, and a different face.



Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself

Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself



Winding your way down on Baker street

Light in your head and dead on your feet

Well another crazy day

You'll drink the night away

And forget about everything



This city desert makes you feel so cold

It's got so many people but it's got no soul

And it's taking you so long

To find out you were wrong

When you thought it held everything



You used to think that it was so easy

You used to see that it was so easy

But you're trying, you're trying now



Another year and then you'll be happy

Just one more year and then you'll be happy

But you're crying, you're crying now



Way down the street there's a lot in this place

He opens the door, he's got that look on his face

And he asks you where you've been

You tell him who you've seen

And you talk about anything



He's got this dream about buying some land

He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands

And then you'll settle down

With some quiet little town

And forget about everything



But you know you'll always keep moving

You know he's never gonna stop moving

'Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone



When you wake up it's a new morning

The sun is shining it's a new morning

And you're going, you're going home



Ta niedziela jest jak film, tani klasy "B",
Facet się pałęta w nim w nieciekawym tle,
Scenarzysta forsę wziął, potem zaczął pić
I z dialogów wyszło dno, zero, czyli nic.

Wszyscy święci balują w niebie,
Złoty sypie się kurz,
A ja włóczę się znów bez Ciebie
I do piekła mam tuż.

Tak bym chciał Cię spotkać raz, w ten jedyny dzień
Lub o tydzień cofnąć czas, ale nie da się,
Chociaż samotności smak aż do bólu znam,
Kiedy innych niedziel brak, trudno, co mi tam...

Wszyscy święci balują w niebie,
Złoty sypie się kurz,
A ja włóczę się znów bez Ciebie
I do piekła mam tuż.
Świat się tylko już ze mną kręci,
Gwiazdy płoną jak stal,
Skasowałaś mnie z swej pamięci,
Aż mi siebie jest żal.

W niebie dzisiaj wszyscy, wszyscy świeci mają bal...











        
          
            
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