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fall And I don't know how you do it Making love out of nothing at all (Making love) Out of nothing at all (Making love) Out of nothing at all
great Winter Palace has called for the foreign news An archduke was shot down in Bosnia but nothing much And my grandmother sits by the mirror in
By all Your saints in warfare For all Your saints at rest Your holy name, O Jesus Forevermore be blest For You have won the battle That they might
and leave this life Lying in the earth Side by side Into the nothing Faded and weary I won't leave and let him fall behind Live for the dying Heaven
spills Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been here so long, he's got to calling it home
another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been here so long, he's got
a saint That's not a picture that your memory paints Not renowned for my patience I'm not renowned for my restraint But you're always around You can
Between a man and a woman You can run from love And if it's really love it will find you Catch you by the heel But you can't be numb for love
I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes, just for
distance Between a man and a woman You can run from love And if it's really love it will find you Catch you by the heel But you can't be numb for
of night and starlight on her hair And as we walk, I hold her close beside me All our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share Mmm-hmmm Nothing's quite
at all, Crippled by cold, blinded by fear, Looking for god, but they said he ain't here, Came out of nowhere, can't stand to go back, All down to bad
With gems and rhinestones See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on For you to walk on Nothing left, nothing left Nothing there, nothing
They keep things safe here for everyone The Sinners, Saints, and Fools The poor and huddled masses Who are hungry and afraid You gotta do it by
She knew that is was true He wasn't a saint But he was a saint enough for her He was a man, A man of his word The final days of summer, 1964,
to Churchill, calling for more Dreadnoughts The houses in Hackney are all falling down And my grandmother sits on the beach in the days before the war Young
With gems and rhinestones! See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on For you to walk on Nothing left, nothing left Nothing there, nothing
They keep things safe here for everyone You Sinners, Saints, and Fools The poor and huddled masses Who are hungry and afraid You gotta do it by
the key to it all I got the Nouveauree And dragged it home to bed I traded you for me I took it all and said I find my own fun, Sometimes for
Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garden in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes Country garden in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen
care how right or wrong the love we share We share together Oh, nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the evening Kissed by the shades of night
dying for One man's joy makes another man weep Nothing you can do is ever gonna change it One man's saint is another man's fool One man's hot is
Yeah, mmm Yeah, yeah I been feelin' like I (mmm), numbin' myself to get by (ah) That's my reality (yeah), all my days I don't know (yeah),
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