| Stars – Hold On When You Get Love And Let Go When You Give It Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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Suggest corrections throughout: There's been a lot of talk of love But that don't amount to nothing You can evoke the stars above But that doesn't make it something And the only way to last And the only way to live it Is to hold on when you get love, And let go when you give it... give it. It's a pretty melody It might help you through the night time But it doesn't make it easy To leave the party at the right time If I'm frightened, if I'm high It's my weakness. please forgive it At least I hold on when I get love, And I let go when I give it... give it... give it What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Hold on when you get love, What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Hold on when you get love, What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Let go when you give it. What do I do? The world wont listen to this song And the radio wont play it But if you like it sing along Sing 'cause you don't know how to say it Take the weakest thing in you And then beat the bastards with it And always hold on when you get love, So you can let go when you give it. Take the weakest thing in you And then beat the bastards with it And always hold on when you get love, So you can let go when you give it. What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Hold on when you get love What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Let go when you give it. What do I do? What do I do when I get lonely? What do I do? Hold on when you get love What do I do? I know it's true, at least I think I do Nothing that you say or do will make you love me Forget the song, life will go on I keep sayin' it from the dark, nothing above me I know it's true, at least I think I do Nothing that you say or do will make you love me Forget the song, life will go on I keep sayin' it from the dark, nothing above me Take the weakest thing in you And then beat the bastards with it And always hold on when you get love, So you can let go when you give it. Give it.. give it.. give it.. give it.. give it.. give it. |
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| Gregory and the Hawk – Soulgazing Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I was doing fine missin' the marks, missin' the lines And the days I would catch myself from fallin' you wanted all of that and more Keep me, collect me like the stones you would find on the beach Tumble me smooth you know it's some of that I need Bleed I was doing fine meeting my words according to time But the poetry written to save me you wanted all of that and more Keep me, collect me like the rare records on your shelf Spin me at half speed I need some of that myself Bleed What are you fighting for? (I was doing fine) too sad I'm same as yours? (and the days I would catch myself from fallin') what are you fallin' for? (Keep me, collect me like the stones you would find on the beach) too sad I'm same as yours? (Tumble me smooth you know it's some of that I need) |
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| CocoRosie – Gallows Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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CORRECTION It was just before the moon hung HEAR weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies shimmer in the midnight Flower in the twilight a Flower in the twilight And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow They took him to the gallows, He fought them all the way though, And When they asked us how we knew his name We died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree We're waiting by the willow our milky, milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden our voices in mitosis our wombs are in the blossoms our arms are in the branches And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow |
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| CocoRosie – Gallows Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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It was just before the moon hung Her weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies shimmer in the midnight Flower in the twilight a Flower in the twilight And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow They took him to the gallows, He fought them all the way though, And When they asked us how we knew his name We died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree We're waiting by the willow our milky, milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden our voices in mitosis our wombs are in the blossoms our arms are in the branches And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow |
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