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What you get is what you see
With a small town home grown boy like me
My father s father s blood runs deep as his dreams that I still hold dear

And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here

Well, if you see my girl in Austin,
Tell her I miss what we lost when
she walked out the door to return no more
to the life that she belongs
and if she s there in Amarillo
Bout that note beneath my pillow?
Why d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
when she was goin , goin , gone?

A heartland girl with uptown eyes
My old fashioned views missed her disguise
I d have never guessed she d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes
Well, I hope those big plans all work out
And she makes her name- but I have no doubt
She ll one day see what it s all about
Is this life she swore to lose

Well, if you see my girl in Austin,
Tell her I miss what we lost when
she walked out the door to return no more
to the life that she belongs
and if she s there in Amarillo
Bout that note beneath my pillow?
Why d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
when she was goin , goin , gone?

(Repeat)

So rough to hide
Like a barnacle
Where are you going

There is snow covering your blankets
You wish you could
Love the loving

How can you leave
With nails in your feet
Learn to live inside out

There is snow covering your blankets
You wish you could
Love the loving

Your map is burned
Without a second thought
Maybe you don t need...

Mother tell your children not to walk my way
tell your children not to hear my words
what they mean what they say mother

mother
can you keep them in the dark for life
can you hide them from the waitin world oh mother...

Moi j ai surtout envie de vivre
De voir le monde en bleu en rose
J ai envie de voir le soleil
Alice au pays des merveilles
Toute la différence est là

Toi c est souvent perdu d avance
Tu ne sais pas...

CZAS NA COŚ Z ZUPEŁNIE INNEJ BECZKI CZYLI KRYMINALNY WĄTEK
OPISZĘ JEDEN DZIEŃ Z MOJEGO ZYCIA KIEDY BYŁEM JAMESEM BONDEM
MYŚLISZ, ŻE TO NIEPRAWDOPODOBNE
BY PREZES ZOSTAŁ TAJNYM AGENTEM, KTÓRY MA LICENCJĘ NA ZABIJANIE
NAWET JEŚLI WALCZY W SŁUSZNEJ SPRAWIE
Z NIEBEZPIECZEŃSTWEM RAMIĘ W RAMIĘ
ALE NADSZEDŁ DZIEŃ, KIEDY SIĘ...

Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

Same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
Down and...