Comme d'habitude Je vais jouer A faire semblant And now, the end is near and so I got to face The final curtain, girl Friends I say clear and state her case of which I'm uncertain I've lived a life that's full of travelled each and every highway And

You have my word I won't bother you no more As I face the lonely night As I walk right out that door Yes I'm doing alright As I face the brand new day No more sorrows will I find I've got tomorrow on my side No more teardrops will I cry

Little girl, little girl And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the Salvation Army There is no place like home Little one, little one From the river to the street When you've got no place to go Why are you crying?

Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you But he'll never stay, they never do Now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you But you've been replaced I'm face to face with someone new It's all the same Would've gave it all for you, cared

Run for your life You'd better He wakes up in the mornin' And he looks into the glass His face it reminds him Of the long nights that have passed And he wonders If she wonders That he wonders

I could have lied I'm such a fool My eyes could never never never Keep their cool Showed her and I told her how She struck me but I'm fucked up now I could never change Just what I feel My face will never show What is not real

Dov'e L'Amore Come to me baby With my love song Another night without you here And I'll go crazy There is no other there is no other No other love can take your place Or match the beauty of your face I'll keep on singing til the day

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

(She's got to love nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) Mum mum mum mah I'll get him hot, show him what I've got I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Please

I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It