You said 'hello', I loved you so, I want you to know, I had to let go, I'm falling in love again. I just gotta believe there's something better. I just gotta believe there's something more than you and me. I've just gotta believe, I've just gotta

Tell 'em that I need more Tell 'em that we need more It's never, never been too late I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it Right now, right now, right now I know it's been a long, long It's been a long, long time A long time, I know it's

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Mami que sera lo que quiere el negro (a mi que me importa) Yo lo que quiero es esa loca (dale dale loca) Mami el negro esta rabioso El quiere tu azucar, y tu no se lo das Esa morena esta sabrosa Y cuando tu la tocas, ella se vuelve loca Yo te doy lo tuyo

You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

We find love, we get up And we fall down, we give up You don't love me anymore We knew we'd come around This thing called love comes crashing down now Pieces all on the ground What once was lost cannot be found out Ever since the day that I met you Lets

You know, you know where I am Girl, you know I'm never more than a call away Light me up all night, light me up all day If you wanna hang out, if you wanna get drunk If you're tripping and you're looking for a place to land Anytime that you need a little

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

Moonlight in Vermont People who meet in this romantic setting Are so hypnotized by the lovely... Evening summer breeze Pennies in a stream Falling leaves, a sycamore Icy finger-waves Ski trails on a mountainside Snowlight in Vermont

If teardrops could be bottled There'd be swimming pools filled by models Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore If "I love you" was a promise Would you break it, if you're honest Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you