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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
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
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

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
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
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