Long years ago I fell in love With a lady proud and fair So passionate were she and I We made fire in the air I loved her more than life itself She loved
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Translation: Ron Pope. Our Song.
Translation: Shane Macgowan And The Popes. Song With No Name.
They lied about the way Things were gonna be They lied about the things They wanted from me They lied about the reasons They wanted me at all And now
Translation: Smoking Popes. They Lied.
: Love is a flame that can't be tamed And though we are its willing prey, my darling We are not the ones to blame Trust is a word all lovers know The
: Forever I pray those beautiful eyes wanna fall upon me, And say, \"It's alright, 'cause I'm yours.\" I'm yours. You can change the color of your hair
: Central Park, right after dark, We are laughing, holding hands there in the grass. The summer sun, has just begun, To sing a lullabye to us, and it
: Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes are all scattered around in my head its been so long since i had a home you're the only thing that comes to mind
: I said, "Everybody's headed out to La, But I hate to see you suffer. You love New York in the summer." So let's gather up the pieces of this broken
: You sit in the bathroom and you paint your toes I sit on the bed right now and I sing you a song It's not always easy, but somehow our love stays strong
: Ballerina in a music box, With your pink shoes on, Satin ribbons in your hair. Dance to something soft and sweet, Ghost of a little girl, Who fell
