Blur - Fool

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Sorry but I don t understand
The things you say
They make no sense at all
Funny,I but think you meant them all
This time,don t you?
I know that you think I m a fool
But couldn t you try
To forgive a fool
One more time
Sorry but I m not really listening
I ve got my mind on something else
Sometimes I wonder if i m here
If I m here at all
I know that you want me to go,don t you?
But it s not as easy as it seems
I know that you think
I m not here at all but
I m just as fed up as you
I know that you want to leave me
I m amazed at how cold you can be
Well,may my weak and inspired soul
Grow stronger in your absence

Inne utwory

  • Slow down
  • Pressure on Julian
  • Wear me down
  • Swallows in the heatwave
  • I know
  • Advert
  • Polished stone
  • It could be you.
  • Far out
  • Fade away
  • Substitute
  • Jets
  • Day upon day
  • Yuko and hiro
  • Theme from an imaginary film
  • M.O.R
  • When the cows come home
  • Tame
  • Losowe utwory

    Spirala nienawiści

    Ref:
    Spirala Nienawiści, Spirala Apokalipsy
    Zawiść, Nienawiść, chcą nas zwabić i zabić
    akcja reakcja, wet za wet
    gniew za gniew, krew za gniew!

    Allach Hachbar, wojenna pożoga
    Idzie Dżihad w imię wszechmogącego Boga.
    Innowiercy, odmieńcy już za chwilę
    słabi powstaną i urosną w siłę.
    Odrodzenie Islamu, znak dla muzułmanów
    Do...

    Let the good times roll

    Let the good times roll
    let them knock you around
    let the good times roll
    let them make you a clown
    let them leave you up in the air
    let them brush your rock and roll hair

    let the good times roll

    All my friends are ghosts

    An apparition in your position has every right to expect some suspicion
    and there’s no gratitude in all this solitude but still you wonder how I got this attitude
    your bloody hands and hollow eyes are just a part of your disguise
    your phantom tricks, they’ll burn out quick but...

    Thank You

    My tea s gone cold,
    I m wondering why
    I got out of bed at all
    The morning rain clouds up my window and
    I can t see at all
    And even if I could it d all be grey,
    but your picture on my wall
    it reminds me that...

    I hate this song

    Speak with your tongue tied,
    I know that you re tired
    But I just want to know,
    Where you want to go,
    I may be sad, But I m not weak,
    This situation is bleak
    And you puffy eyes never lie,
    Your tears come from inside.

    Chorus:
    Until Sunday I ll be waiting for an answer
    I guess that yesturday...