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There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside


Тексты песен Таниты Тикарам (Tanita Tikaram)
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автор - Танита Тикарам

I Owe It All To You

Tell Ma, she's a stonebreaker Tell her there are no takers For a heart like this will always be Chaste at first, then left for me And though your pallor shows instinct And all our lives are worth That stint you did with that man of mine But lady-luck, her needs divine 'Cos I'm courted by the mourning sun y'know We shine all the picture palace shows They used to make you feel so real But now you go trickling 'Til you steal a moment by yourself When the people don't come and need your help When the people don't come with pseudo sights To tell you how to live your life Now you can live your life with this life of mine 'Cos I'm feeling guilty and I need some time To explain the things that I gotta do 'Cos more or less I owe it all to you Tell all to the sweet keeper As you and you're much deeper In debt it's always nice to be With the closest like the family And when you hit on a great line y'know And when you've opened up your soul But every girl who's counting the day Isn't cold - but she just needs to say 'Cos I'm courted by the mourning su y'know We shine all the picture palace shows they used to make you feel so real But now you go trickling 'Til you steal a moment by yourself When the people don't come and need your help When the people don't come with pseudo sights To tell you how to live your life Now you can live your life with this life of mine 'Cos I'm feeling guilty and I need some time To explain the things that I gotta do 'Cos more or less I owe it all to you And hiding in the lost country I know I gotta way to go And though you still fmay find me At least my garden grows
Tanita Tikaram, vocals Rod Argent, keyboards, bass Peter Van Hooke, drums Marc Cresswell, bass Clem Clemson, accoustic guitar Roy Gillard, violin Steve Tees, viola John Heley, cello Roger Garland, violin



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