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Floetry Re:Birth (The Floacist) · It's Getting Too Late to Say It's Early (Erick Baker) · Late Late Party: 1965-1967 (Charles "Packy" Axton) · It Started on... the Late Late Show (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Late Late Show Tribute to the Dubliners (The Dubliners) · Late Night Tales: Another Late Night - Zero 7 (Slum Village) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 8 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Late Late Party: 1965-1967 (Charles "Packy" Axton) · Too Late Too Late, Vol. 4 (1892-1937) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · These Years/Late Late Show (Matt Monro) – and 90 other albums »
Don't you wait ''cause it's getting too late She took a roman holiday She needs a place to hideaway Escape the masquerade Miss go lightly's rent
senses burn Did he dream too late will we ever learn I, I want to testify My love still lives and breathes And my soul is screaming why The thoughts
So what exactly are you saying You'd like to live your life between the sheets? No destination The hour's getting way past getting late. To find
never ending To the end of the world Oh, I'll stay by your side It's getting late And I can't wait The ocean beating in my heart Oh, I know I
It's getting late I think my time is running out No one special Nothing lasting with inside How should I stay calm When panic lies just ahead?
One evening getting dark We first met at the park Just sitting by the fountain all alone I lifted up my hat And then began to chat She said she'd
Hanging out late with my friends, having fun like punks will do. I never thought those days would ever end so soon. But time goes by and all your views
heart can feel But how long the distance Getting by and getting through Your heart's strong insistence Says that nothing else will do But you could try
plays devil's advocate C'mon now Has he ever tried to be happy? Reached out from inside Someone on who he can depend It's getting to late
the sunrise People get ready for a day in their lives They're getting together in the streets of the city Like lost computers of a shattered tribe They're
to him He said this is my wife I gave my best smile But I was dying inside He said we gotta go now It's getting late It was so good to see you And then
What are you expecting me to say Well I do but I can live without you It's too late to ask anyway So if you're calling for sympathy Cause I'm
Late one night I heard a knock at the door The boys were really painting the town I was just another bored teenage boy Kickin' up and actin'
"Uh, we got a killstreak coming up if anyone's interested." It's getting late at night by a freezing moon The time is running out and the end is
own the night! We own the night We own the night It's all a blur, It's getting late but I don't care I don't know where we'll end up And that's okay
Tormenting Destroying Old women And children Getting into a fury And feeling the crime Shooting indifferently And destroying the live Full of hatred Your end
a bum pathetic scum that's just the way I live This is the life You want the life No It's getting late and guess who's playing in the city tonight
your side It's getting late And I can't wait The ocean beating in my heart Oh, I know I can't live without you girl I can't live without you I
and their fist in your face Yes and long live the state by whoever it's made Sir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late
You run around and pay the rent?You buy the food your money's spent?Cut me off I'm having fun ain't getting nothing done?It cost too much those days
better to do You know those days when you can't hear above the noise And all your doubts deployed It's getting late and you're getting bored With
a name Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low But all I know is what I feel whenever
But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’ No doubt, to live and die in LA California, what you say about Los Angeles Still the only place
'Cause she lives on a reservation With a baby called 'shut up and wait' And the missionary school by the alehouse Is teaching him how to hate
only knows let down By the corner, there's another one Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man Well he tried to live, but he's done trying Not