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How Peculiar
How peculiar I am all of the above babe Rub me rub me up right lovely I haven't got a clue what to do with
you How peculiar Bend your long legs against the sofa
in the Dorchester Oh I haven't got a clue what to do with
you How peculiar Jesus what am I to do man How peculiar I am all of the above man |
Feel
Come and hold my hand I sit and talk to God I just wanna feel I don't wanna die I scare myself to death I just wanna feel I just wanna feel I just wanna feel Come and hold my hand |
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Something Beautiful You can't manufacture a miracle If you can't wake up in the morning
The DJ said on the radio (chorus ) some kind of beautiful (plusieurs fois) all your friends think you're satisfied,
but they can't see your soul no no no (chorus ) |
Monsoon
I've sung some songs that were lame
I wasn't me when we met So put your hands across the water Don't wanna piss on your parade To all you Sharons and Michelles And I can't talk in a crowd So put your hands across the water Oh Lord I got too many regrets So put your hands across the water |
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Sexed Up Loose lips sunk ships Why don't we break up You say we're fatally flawed Why don't we talk about it Why don't we break up Screw you Why don't we |
Love Somebody
Always and forever is forever young
And it's hope that spring's eternal
for everyone Trying to love somebody Violet in the rainbow just melt away
And it's hope that springs eternal for
everyone Trying to love somebody It'll come in your sweet time, Lord
I wanna love somebody It'll come in your sweet time, Lord
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Revolution
Don't fight the feeling, relax I'll talk you through memories When there's no one to touch I see the pain in your face When you can't keep on keeping on With love in your eyes and a flame in
your heart (Get it on get it on get it on get it
on get the revolution) Old love lingers on Make friends with your past And you can keep on keeping on and Time and tide's on your side Walking with the revolution (Get it on get it on get it on get it
on get the revolution) Talking about the revolution (Get it on get it on get it on get it
on get the revolution) Revolution yeah |
Handsome Man
Hello. Did you miss me? I'm gonna milk it till I turn it into
cheese If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on
you Y'all know who I am Give in and love it If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on
you Can you make me laugh and sign this
autograph Please don't drop me I'll fall to pieces
on you |
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Come Undone So unimpressed but so in awe I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
(come undone) So rock and roll, so corporate suit
I'm not scared of dying (come undone) So write another ballad Do another interview So sincere (come undone) |
Me And My Monkey
It was me and my monkey Me and monkey And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor
Me and my monkey Got tickets to see Sheena Easton Me and my monkey Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican
stand off here boy |
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Song 3
Come join the band Who ya doin I feel gigantic Sorry ba-baby Dont feed the models
Im hearing voices voices Who ya doin baby I feel gigantic Im hearing voices voices |
Hot Fudge
hi ha ! Queen Bitch - eat the rich Come on, sing it Take me to the place where the sunshine
flows Hot fudge arh ! Take the piss Come on, sing it Take me to the place where the sunshine
flows Hot fudge Take me to the place where the sunshine
flows Hot fudge (bis) Keep a-moving keep a-moving, keep a-moving
to LA... |
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Cursed
Dig your polished nails into the dirt
You're not as stupid as I look Cursed Held my hand when I got my first tattoo
Cursed Babe you're not the first Hush Cursed Babe you're not the first Hush |
Nan's Song
You said when you'd die that you'd walk
with me every day And now she lives in heaven There's a strange kind of light I miss your love I miss your touch And now you live in heaven There's a strange kind of light You taught me kings and queens Yes there's a strange kind of light
The next time that we meet |
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I Tried Love
Is the Richard Gere gerbil story true? What are the holes in biros for? And if its leaving season I tried love Does God ever get it wrong? And if its leaving season I tried love I tried love Why is there ketchup on my sleeve? |
ROBBIE WILLIAMS