Texty:
Charllot

Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Tonight I kinda get the feeling, My girl is up to something, Something that is no good. She said

Always see it on TV Or read it in the magazines Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard

Oh, my love Please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and We'll start a new life I ripped out His throat And called you on the telephone To take off

Hey dad I'm writing to you Not to tell you that I still hate you Just to ask you, how you feel And how we fell apart How this fell apart Are you happy

I don't know too much about you Too much of my old man I know he walked right out that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin

Hard days make me, hard nights shape me I dunno this song might save me And I know I'm making something Out of this life they call nothing I take what

Here I am on the phone again and Awkward silence is on the other end I used to know the sound, of a smile, in your voice But right now, all I feel, is

As I walk through the valley Of the shadow of L.A. The footsteps that were next to me Have gone their separate ways I've seen enough now to know that

I can't dream without you.... When you close your eyes and go to sleep tonight, I'll be right outside your door, dreams will come and they'll take you