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Introwe
02:07
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Sick Of Being Sorry
04:12
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Sick Of Being Sorry (Original Version) lyrics:
I’m sorry I love you coz I can’t love you anymore
Say hello to goodbye, I could say you were mine but maybe I was yours
I’m better off on my own away from all the games, all the heart and cold
Coz I forgot the things I wanna be and the things I wanna do before I met you
You’re pretty good at being bad at being good at being real
It’s not about what you say, it’s how you make me feel
And it might seem easy but I know how it feels to be sick of being sorry
I fell for an angel and landed in hell, but God just gives me someone else to blame
You tried searching in religion.
You tried flirting with the caste-iron template of the past
But culture catches up like vultures on a dying dove
Just remember it wasn’t only us who watched you pulling on my cigarette
Sexy and defiant for the world to see
I set you free from the flawed laws of family and history
You and me could rule the world if you ever learn
You’re good at being bad but bad at being real
When you’re honest with yourself then your scars will heal
And I know it isn’t easy when you're down on your knees
And you're sick of being sorry
But don’t be sorry and don’t worry coz you kept your faith
But God just gives you someone else to blame
It doesn’t have to be a woman
Who do we blame for a job that we cannot escape?
Who creates the man who makes the bomb that shakes society, gang related killings or redundancy?
And what about a hurricane?
A tsunami takes a child and the mother’s asking what she did wrong
An ex-con wins a million while a Christian scrapes by in a nine-to-five
So where’s God when you’re bad at being good at being real?
It’s not about what they say it’s how you really feel
And I know it’s not easy when you’re down on your knees and you’re sick of being lied to
Day to day disruptions when we’re giving off the energy
That makes it easy to blame everyone but me
I know how that feels coz I do it myself
When I’m sick of being sorry
I fell for an angel and landed in hell
But don’t be sorry and don’t worry coz I kept my faith
The government’s a sham, all part of the plan
God just gives us someone else or something else for everyone else to blame
[© Tim J Rowe 2012. Copyright control.]
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Christina
02:59
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‘Christina’ lyrics:
I saw a girl with dark and dark eyes and a tan – I must be in love
Just sitting on her suitcase in a train station she stands out from everyone
But there’s lots of beautiful people in the London Euston world
So I sort of forgot this lady ‘til I find I’m behind her
Now beautiful became sexy, she got a walk that makes you stare
So I focus and find my seat and guess who’s sitting there
I met the girl with dark hair and dark eyes and a tan
I’m gonna fall in love
She just split from a boy in the army
Her life sucks and she feels pretty rough
But I get her laughing and we talk about what we do
She works for a law firm and I show her some of my tunes
She used to do dancing, explains her sexy walk
And the rest of the next three hours pass by with easy talk
Christina
You’re lucky to meet her
Christina
You gotta see her to believe her
I can get the same bus each day
And the same girl in the same seat won’t ever say a word
Here’s light in the dark of the trustless
Here’s faith for the man who’s been burned
She’s got a smile you’d die for and make you feel you’re flying
She can make you comfortable without even trying
Got the body of a model with the eyes of a Disney princess
She got time for time and kind of looks like Mila Kunis
Christina, Christina
A day later I’m back at the end of the start-line
Where we met for the first time
She blows off a friend to come and meet me
Before I travel back to my old life
That first ride was our entire journey and the journey was a ride
The return is lonely without Christina by my side
Three hours and I fell pretty hard
For a girl like that to like me is too much for a hung-over heart
And now she won’t answer the phone to me
Christina
I was lucky to meet her
Christina
You gotta see her to believe her
Chrisitna
You’re lucky to meet her
Christina
You gotta see her to believe me about her
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Ricochet
03:24
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‘Ricochet’ lyrics:
I was never into violence and I was never into pain
I was never into silence - I was never into things that a girl knew your name for
Your desire for a bad boy is to blame for the ricochet
See I was never ‘bout the bright lights and I was singing to myself ‘til you said my name
So who am I now? (The soul of a man-child)
Who was I then? (The mind of a boy)
Will I grow old just lost in the fog of a rebound?
When will I be free from the chain of the game you play?
I could find me if I just walk away but I’m a slave to the ricochet
Yeah, I’m a slave for a bad girl
Well, I’m weak for a rock chick with a tight ass in a black vest showing off her midriff
Long legs, tight jeans, brown boots and a walk like a lioness stalking a prey
Your appetite for destruction is to blame for the melee
See it was easy when you called me ‘bitch’
But now the pawn is the king and I wanna play a new game
Who am I now? (The soul of a man-child)
Who was I then? (The mind of a boy)
Who am I gonna be lost in the fog of a rebound?
When will I be free from the chain of the game you play?
I could find me if I just walk away but I’m a slave to the ricochet (ricochet, ricochet, ricochet, ricochet)
Yeah, I’m a slave to a bad girl, bounce from girl to girl
Sax solo
So who am I now? (So who am I now?)
Who was I then? (Who was I then?)
Who am I gonna be? (Who am I gonna be?)
What will I be if I make it to the next life?
Who am I now? (The soul of a man-child)
Who was I then? (In the mind of a boy)
What will I be if I’m lost in the fog of a rebound?
When will I be free from the chain of the game you play?
I could find me if I just walk away but I’m a slave to the ricochet
Yeah, I’m a slave to a bad girl, bouncing from bed to bed on the rebound
Yeah, I’m a slave to a ricochet.
(It’s good to be back!)
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Dorky
04:21
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‘Dorky’ lyrics:
I’M A LITTLE BIT DORKY, AIN’T GOT MUCH GOING FOR ME
MY MOMMA SAYS I’M JUST UNIQUE, YEAH
WELL, THAT’S JUST A DIPLOMATIC WAY TO SAY THAT I’M A FREAK
I GOT GAME: I LOVE PAC-MAN, POKEMON, CALL OF DUTY, HALO AND DOOM
I GOT A ROOM FULL OF STUFFED TOYS IN MY NAN’S HOUSE
WHICH I STILL USE
WHEN I ROCK OUTSIDE WITH MY PANTS UP HIGH AND MY SOCKS AND MY SANDALS ON
WITH MY HAIR EVERYWHERE LIKE A WHITE TRAMP HIDING MY SPECTACLES
I RIDE ALONG ON MY BIKE WITH THE BASKET ON WHILE I SING MY SONG
YA SEE, WHAT YOU SEE IS DORKY BUT IN MY HEAD I’M FUNKY
I GOT A FAST CAR DRIVEN BY A FLUNKY
I’M WHAMP AND I’M TANNED AND I’M HUNKY
I GOT MONEY TO BURN
I’M A ROCK-STAR, PORN-STAR, ANYTHING AT ALL STAR
I WAKE UP, TAKE A SWIM IN THE SEA
AND MAKE LOVE TO WHOEVER I PLEASE
YA SEE, IN MY HEAD I’M THE KING BUT IN REAL LIFE I’M DORKY
YEAH, I’M A LITTLE BIT DORKY, I JUST LOVE TO TALK-TALKY-TALKY
MY POP SAYS I’M A LITTLE QUIRKY
YEAH, BUT THAT’S JUST A DIPLOMATIC WAY TO SAY I’M A FREAK
I GOT A BOY FOR A BOSS IN A SHOP SELLING BOOKS
AT WORK-WORK-WORKY-WORKY
I’M STICK THINK, TALL, WITH MY SHELLSUIT ON
YEAH I’M DORKY-DORK-DORKY DORKY
AND WHEN I WALK ROUND TOWN WITH MY BRACES SHINING
ALL THE GIRLS STOP AND STARE
SO I STRUT ON BY, TRAVOLTA STYLE, BEING COOL LIKE I JUST DON’T CARE
YA SEE, CHEZZA COLE IS BACK AT HOME JUST WAITING IN MY BED
I MAY BE DISILLUSIONED AND DORKY
BUT IN MY HEAD I’M SEXY!
GOT A ROYAL MARINE FOR A FLUNKY
I GOT A HOLIDAY HOME IN EVERY COUNTRY
I’M ALL THAT AND MORE
I’M A ROCK STAR, PORN STAR, ANYTHING AT ALL STAR
I WAKE UP WITH A WOMAN OR 3 AND MAKE LOVE ON MY PRIVATE BEACH
SEE IN MY HEAD I’M THE KING BUT IN REAL LIFE I’M DORKY
(YEAH, I’M A LITTLE BIT DORKY, MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT DORKY
OKAY I’M REALLY DORKY)
IF YOU GOT A BAD HAIR STYLE SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT IT CUT BY YOUR MUM SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT YOUR NAME ON YOUR PANTS SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT LOVE FOR HERMOINE “WHO-HAR”
(HEAR ME NOW, HIT ‘EM UP Y’ALL, GET CRAZY Y’ALL, I’M WILD Y’ALL, I’M A RAPPER Y’ALL)
YEAH, I’M A LITTLE BIT DORKY, I’LL BE 35 ON MY BIRTHDAY
I GOT JELLY AND A CAKE IN THE SHAPE OF BATMAN, A CLOWN AND SOME PARTY GAMES
OH I FORGOT, I GOT A GIRLFIREND
SHE’S A GEEK WITH A PERM, SHE’S A NERD WITH A LOVE FOR LEARNING
BUT IT DON’T MATTER COZ I GOT A GREAT BIG …!
IN MY HEAD I’M FUNKY!
I GOT A FAST CAR DRIVEN BY A FLUNKY
I’M HANDSOME AND TANNED AND SEXY
I GOT MONEY TO BURN
I’M A ROCK STAR, PORN STAR ANYTHING AT ALL STAR
I WAKE UP, TAKE A DIP IN THE SEA AND MAKE LOVE TO MY WHOLE HAREM
SEE, IN MY HEAD I’M THE KING.
BUT IN REAL LIFE I’M DORKY (DORKY, DORKY)
YEAH BABY I’M DORKY
MAYBE A LITTLE BIT DORKY
I CAN’T HELP BEING DORKY
BUT IF YOU GOT A BAD HAIR STYLE SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT IT CUT BY YOUR MUM SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT YOUR NAME ON YOUR PANTS SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT LOVE FOR HERMOINE “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT IT GOING ON STRONG, SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT LOVE OR MY FLOW SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT YOUR JEANS DOWN LOW, SAY “WHO-HAR”
IF YOU GOT A THING FOR HERMOINE “WHO-HAR”
HIT 'EM UP!
(SEXY BEAT THOUGH, LET IT FLOW THROUGH Y’ALL,
FEEL IT IN YOUR BALL-SACK)
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‘Matter 33’ lyrics:
“So, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow
I have a dream that one day we hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal.”
I love life but I won’t ever change
I did it all myself so I won’t ever blame
And I’ve known loss and I’ve found love
And I’m a little closer so you’ll hear me
But all they say is:
Ooh, what’s the matter with you?
What’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with us all?
I say why does the matter have to be
With another human being
If you know it’s not his fault?
“I have a dream…”
And that’s why you will never succeed
See the billions of people yet you feel alone
And why you’ll never be free
The New World Order, branding, sorting
Hiding what you really need
Free, free
(Hitler)
I love the sea, sky and all that’s in between
I love a baby’s cry, it’s as pure as we can be
But that’s all passing you by
You see through binary eyes
And so you’re coded into what to believe
(“This country is at war with Germany”)
It’s all about
Ooh, my new phone’s got a new feature
We can meet new people who I’ll never meet
They say:
Ooh, what’s the matter with you?
Why, because I don’t use every moment for a new tweet?
(“This new satellite was today successfully launched in the U.S.S.R.”)
And that’s why you will never succeed
See the billions of people yet you feel alone
And why you will never be free
The New World Order, branding, sorting
Hiding what you really need
(“When we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every city, from every hamlet, from every state and every city we will be able to speed up that day when all of Gods’ children…”)
But if you’re saying ‘ooh, what’s the matter with you’ then the matter’s with you and it don’t matter to me
Ask yourself who are they that make you say that you’re the problem - live in shame?
Wake up to the dream of reality!
(“Thank God a'mighty, we’re free at last!”)
And that’s why you will never succeed
See the billions of people yet you feel alone
And why you will never be free
The New World Order, branding, sorting
Hiding what you really need
(“...people have got to know whether or not their president’s a crook.
Well, I’m not a crook – I’ve earned everything I’ve got”)
(“I have some very sad news for all of you, and I think sad news for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world [“brotherhood”] and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight in Memphis, Tennessee.”)
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Deprec(i)VIII
03:20
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‘DEPREC(i)VIII’ lyrics:
Your halo slips, the fabric rips
There’s a hole in the story where you deprecate man
Diminish my worth, bridges will burn
Now it’s your turn under the knife, face away and step back
Your precious earth burns if we fight fire with fire
An eye for an eye and the world gets blinder
I do what I do, ain’t got nothing left to prove
I ain’t frightened of your fire coz I’m already blinded by
YOU! You’re making me.
YOU! You’re breaking me
YOU! You got a lot to answer for it’s like you’re raping me.
You want me to be you (X3)
You got me feeling like I’ll never walk again
But you didn’t realize that this would be forever
You see my skin, see my tears streaming in the wind but
You never see the future, you forget to look within
You loved and you lived, lost and you found,
Gave and received, swam and you drowned
Pussy-whipping fate
You flew when I needed you, Rowes to the bar
So you knew all you needed to and made it this far
Your self-righteous provocation doesn’t justify another dirty number at the end of your dividend
YOU! You’re making me.
YOU! You’re breaking me
YOU! You got a lot to answer for it’s like you’re raping me.
You want me to be you (X3)
But why?
Your self-righteous provocation doesn’t justify
Another dirty figure at the end of your dividend!
YOU! You’re making me.
YOU! You’re breaking me
YOU! You got a lot to answer for it’s like you’re raping me.
You want me to be you (X3)
Oh, I tried for YOU!
I died for YOU!
I never wanna live another lie and smile for you, and cry for you
I never wanna live another life for you
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Into Mission
01:02
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‘Life’ lyrics:
TIM:
To err is human to forgive divine. Why are you doing this, ruining this world of mine?
I never chose to be born and I don’t choose to die, but when it happens is something I don’t intend to let by without a fight.
Let me tell you all a story ‘bout a boy without a name who knew when he grew he’d be me,
With a theme tune sung by the voice of an angel years after previous incarnations of thoughts
All ignored like ‘Memories’ before the when/where/who/why/now/then/how did we end up here?
Well I guess that’s Life.
NINA:
Make something move, make something last - it goes by way too fast.
Pass on what was passed. All I have to give is how to live.
TIM:
We all bounce forwards, backwards, up, down, pick a bail out - rotten to the core
From the debt filled net of society wasting time hating; waiting for the knock at the door.
It’s awful to see how we fall to our knees in the short time you get to be all you can be.
I’m taking my time to get it right, breathe and learn how to live…
NINA:
…and how to love, and should my time be not enough, we don't get a second chance.
Standing on an edge between tomorrow and today, that's Life.
TIM:
To err is human to forgive divine. Why are you doing this, ruining this world of mine?
I never chose to be born and I don’t choose to die, but when it happens is something I don’t intend to let by without a fight.
Fight, fight, fight for life, life.
NINA:
That’s life.
BOTH:
Oooooh, that’s life.
TIM:
Oooooh, that’s life.
NINA:
I choose the road, I choose the speed; I choose who gets to sit next to me (yes, please)
Destination: unknown. It's not the place we go - it's the beauty along the way.
To live as if you believe you live forever (forever) knowing that we that don't live forever (forever),
That's the secret of life!
TIM:
We only show you the road then you walk it alone so you know you will always be
In control of the load that you hold on your shoulders, sing it with Nina and me: life!
BOTH:
Move on (move on), move out (and then move out) between life and death – enjoy the bridge of life!
TIM:
To err is human to forgive divine. Why are you doing this, ruining this world of mine?
I never chose to be born and I don’t choose to die, but when it happens is something I don’t intend to let by without a fight.
The weather destroys our faith in the way we play the game of life, so much I haven’t tried and so much I haven’t done.
Hold your heads high coz the day the planet dies is the day you’ve all won.
NINA:
YOU WILL learn how to live (why don’t they see me?), find ways of how not to live (ooooooh).
It's not the place we go - it's the beauty (beauty) along the way -that’s Life.
TIM:
We’ve all got so much goddamn talent it’s crazy and those that don’t want to stay can just leave
Coz I am standing beside you taking all the pain I feel in you.
BOTH:
That’s Life!
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Breakdown
03:23
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‘Breakdown’ lyrics:
Forgive me for what I am about to achieve
This fantasy is walked in the dark between sleep and wake when you’ll never ever do it again.
You don’t have to be scared but it helps to face the truth that you lied to yourself
She’s got sexy hair and sexy eyes, a sexy walk, you’re paralyzed
A sexy ass, a sexy everything
She got long legs and a sexy tan, a sexy stare and you stare right back
A sexy voice and, boy, can the girl sing
And it goes:
I never meant to leave you, baby, I never meant to make you cry
I’ll get down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness
When you get down on your hands and knees and pray for forgiveness
No, I don’t wanna make it stop, I don’t wanna be on top
I can see just fine
(STEP RIGHT UP)
Watch the show
(STEP RIGHT UP)
One night only, stand in line
I think I’m heading for a breakdown!
She got life on her shoulders and the rain in her eyes
Hides everything she said to him at the back of her mind
She don’t how to sleep but she knows how to dream
When the nightmare begins, instead of screaming she sings
I didn’t wanna leave you, baby, I never meant to watch you cry
I’ll get down on my hands and knees and pray for forgiveness
The day you get down on your hands and knees and beg to forgive me
But you gotta understand that the way it went down
Wasn’t me, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t fair
When the pieces of a perfect picture never fit together,
Get a ticket, watch the clown - see him heading for a breakdown
FUCK OFF! Ooh, I think I’m heading for a breakdown
Yeah, I think I’m heading for a breakdown
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Drowning
03:36
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‘Drowning’ lyrics:
“Close your eyes.”
“Erm, ok. What, now? What are you doing?”
“You’re gonna have to tell me what to do.”
“Oh, shit”
“You’re gonna have to show me”
So you want to know me. How do you know?
Why do you want to know me when I don’t?
You got a nerve playing blue bloody murder with another
When he don’t understand the line between murder and love
You got the look baby, you got the walk
You do that sexy little thing when you talk
I need to cross the line which I sit beside
Since I hid behind the mask which you just ripped from my eyes
And now I’m in deep baby, I can’t breathe
You got me drowning and you don’t even know it
You do everything that I want to see
You’re giving me shivers and you don’t even know you do it to me
Why do you stare? Who do you know?
What’s the deal when you laugh at my jokes?
Am I just another customer in a long line
Waiting for the service that you’re paid to provide?
I’m lost in your eyes, I’ve seen this before
You’re fishing for a ticket thinking I’ll open the door
It must be wrong
Songs and books about it don’t talk about a
Paranoia player faker walking into hell but
I’m in completely baby, I can’t breathe
You got the power and you don’t even know it
You do it all and more and I’m just me
You got me drowning but you just don’t know enough about me
Baby, I’m nasty, and now I’m drowning
You’re in trouble, girl
When you pretend that I’m yours
Remember that you’re more insecure
I’m wrapped around your finger
I’m a shark on your hook
Just a green card sucker with shackles in my room
And you’re in deep baby, you won’t sleep
I have the power and you don’t even know it
You do everything that I wanna see
You got me drowning in naivety
Yeah, I’m in completely baby, I can’t breathe
You got the power and you don’t even know it
You say every little thing I wanna hear
You got me drowning
You just don’t know enough about me
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‘Freak’ lyrics:
“Fancy, er, fancy getting’ a bit nasty, like?”
“Yeah, yeah, fucking alright!”
Take your mind’s eye offline long enough to watch you march in uniform motion
Sign away plausible deniability every time you defy the freak in you
Welcome to a brand new age, everything abbreviated, trending all the same shit
I got twerked hash tagged to my lips laughing out loud living only once
Pre-dating ‘yours and theirs and mine’ all at the same time
Before they made you all incapable to think outside the lines
When the past was behind and the now was a new future arriving
Instead of waiting for another barcode tyrant to design your life
Scream if you feel like you’re more than a number
Let me hear you roar like thunder
Scream if you feel like me
No I’m not just another fucking link in a chain
Cog in a machine or a drip in the rain - I’m a freak
Half price? Huh! From what? Not to me!
How can you be saving me money I haven’t spent yet?
A mass-market of sharks on the make
Now you invented a 5-side wheel just to break? Hah!
See the same face over and over and over time you begin to behave like them.
They shove it in your face, everywhere
No escape from the next wannabe branded tramp
Billy Ray your daughter’s fall is a warning
Madonna did it all years before
But this time the kids have voices
Get ready for a third world war
Scream if you feel like you’re more than a number
Let me hear you roar like thunder
Scream if you feel like me
No, I’m not just another fucking pawn in the game
Cog in the machine or a drip in the rain - I’m a freak
Let me hear you scream
If you’re more than a number
Let me hear you roar like thunder
Scream if you feel like me
No, I’m not just another fucking link in a chain
Cog in the machine or drip in the rain
I’m not just another dirty pawn in your game, I’m a freak
© Tim J Rowe 2013. Copyright control.
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Sick Of Being Sorry (Acoustic) lyrics:
I’m sorry I love you coz I can’t love you anymore
Say hello to goodbye, I could say you were mine but maybe I was yours
I’m better off on my own away from all the games, all the hot and cold
Coz I forgot the things I wanna be and the things I wanna do before I met you
You’re pretty good at being bad at being good at being real
It’s not about what you said, it’s how you made me feel
And it might seem easy but I know how, I’m sick of being sorry
I fell for an angel and landed in hell, but she just gives me someone else to blame
You tried searching in religion
You tried flirting with the caste-iron template of the past
But culture catches up like vultures on a dying dove
Just remember it wasn’t only us who watched you pulling on my cigarette
Sexy and defiant for the world to see
I set you free from the flawed laws of family and history
You and me could rule the world if you ever learn
You’re good at being bad but bad at being real
When you’re honest with yourself then your scars will heal
And I know it’s not easy when you’re down on your knees sick of being sorry
But don’t be sorry and don’t worry coz you kept your faith
But I just gave you someone else to blame
It doesn’t have to be a woman
Who do we blame for a job that we cannot escape?
Who creates the man who makes the bomb that shakes society
Gang related killings or redundancy, and what about a hurricane?
A tsunami takes a child and the mother’s asking what she did wrong
An ex-con wins a million while a Christian scrapes by in a nine-to-five
So where’s God when we’re bad at being good at being real?
It’s not about what they say it’s how you really feel
And I know it’s not easy when you’re down on your knees and sick of being lied to
Day to day disruptions when we’re giving off the energy
That makes it easy to blame everyone but me
I know how that feels, I do it myself
I’m sick of being sorry
I fell for an angel and landed in hell
But don’t be sorry and don’t worry coz I kept my faith
The government’s a sham, all part of the plan
God just gives us someone else or something else for everyone else to blame
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‘Believe [Children In Need]' lyrics:
WHEN LIFE DOES YOU WRONG, YOU GAVE YOUR ALL AND YOU CAN’T GO ON
THOSE ARE THE TIMES WHEN YOU LEARN HOW STRONG YOU ARE
WHEN IT FEELS LIKE A SHADOW’S PASSING OVER YOU
WHEN IT FEELS LIKE NOBODY KNOWS
IF IT FEELS LIKE NO ONE ELSE COULD UNDERSTAND
REMEMBER - YOU’RE NOT ALONE
SO DON'T GIVE UP
NO, DON'T LOSE HOPE
IF YOU DIG A LITTLE DEEPER YOU CAN GIVE A LITTLE MORE
WITH YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH, IN YOUR HEART AND YOUR MIND
BELIEVE IT! NOW SAY IT WITH ME:
NO, I WON'T GIVE UP
NO, I WON'T LOSE HOPE
IF I PUSH A LITTLE HARDER I CAN GIVE A LITTLE MORE
I WILL NOT GIVE IN COZ I KNOW I CAN WIN
YES, I WILL! YES, I CAN! I BELIEVE!
THOSE DAYS WHEN IT SEEMS IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO BREATHE
THESE ARE THE TIMES WHEN WE FIND OUT JUST HOW TOUGH WE CAN BE
IT FEELS LIKE NO ONE’S LOOKING OUT FOR YOU
SO IT FEELS LIKE NOBODY SEES HOW YOU’VE GIVEN ALL YOU’VE GOT
BUT YOU’VE COME THIS FAR SO TAKE THAT BREATH AND SAY IT WITH ME
NO, I WON'T GIVE UP
NO, I WON'T LOSE HOPE
I CAN DIG A LITTLE DEEPER, I CAN GIVE A LITTLE MORE
I BELIEVE WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH
IN MY HEART AND MY MIND
I CAN MAKE IT – I REALLY BELIEVE IT!
AND IF IT FEELS LIKE NO ONE’S WATCHING OVER YOU
AND IT FEELS LIKE NOBODY SEES
JUST REMEMBER THERE’S SOMEBODY RIGHT THERE FOR YOU
SAY WITH ME, I REALLY BELIEVE
AND AT THOSE TIMES WHEN WE FEEL WORSE
WE MUST HOPE ANOTHER WHO DESERVES TO FEEL BETTER DOES
THEN IT’S WORTH IT AND WE WON’T CURSE IT
OH, I REALLY BELIEVE IF YOU HEAR THESE WORDS:
YOUR HEAD WILL STAY HIGH AND YOU WILL ALWAYS TRY
IN YOUR HEART AND YOUR MIND YOU MUST ALWAYS BELIEVE
IF YOU FALL YOU WILL RISE WITH POWER AND PRIDE
BELIEVE IT, AND SING IT WITH ME
NO, I WON’T GIVE UP, NO I WON’T LOSE HOPE
IF I PUSH A LITTLE HARDER I CAN GIVE A LITTLE MORE
IF YOU FALL YOU CAN RISE WITH POWER AND PRIDE
YES YOU CAN - I BELIEVE IN YOU
SO DON’T GIVE UP
I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY IT LOUD
SAY IT PROUD: I BELIEVE IN ME
AND IF YOU FEEL LIKE A SHADOW’S PASSING OVER YOU
AND IT FEELS LIKE YOU CAN’T GO ON
JUST REMEMBER THAT I'M STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU
YES I AM, YES YOU CAN, I BELIEVE
YES YOU CAN, I BELIEVE
YES I BELIEVE IN YOU
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Tim J Rowe England, UK
The honour of creating a soundtrack to moment or memory is one I hope to achieve with you somewhere here in these 13 albums. I've enjoyed living all of them. I hope you will as well. Much love.
Tim
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