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Dangerous Love
03:15
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Dangerous Love
I close my eyes and still can see you.
I sigh so deeply.
I am left hollow.
I fear that this fire will cease.
Time passes slowly without you
and all I can do is wait.
I'm dizzy from this love that still tingles inside.
I'm in love with a Casanova.
A sweet talking pretty boy.
He's got tricks up his sleeves to weaken my knees.
I'm confused by this dangerous love.
But I've never felt this passion before.
I find myself wanting more.
Don't care what the future holds.
I'm entranced by this dangerous love.
I'm in love with a double dealer.
A two timing ladies man.
A rogue at his best. My life is a mess.
I've been burnt by this dangerous love.
You could have told me before.
You could have told me before I saw her.
You could have told me before
I had to find you both on the floor.
I had to find you both on the floor.
I've been burnt by this dangerous love.
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2. |
I Wish You Well
04:15
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I wish you well
I am silenced when grown men cry
I wish you well my friend
There are people who work all day for ten pence
A step for the rich is a mountain
For the poor and it's getting higher
Ooooh, I want to help
Though the world is as is I wish you well
Tears shed in the bed
You are here so far from home
Don't blame yourself
For wanting a better life
A chance to make your future brighter
Ooooh, I want to help
Though the world is as is I wish you well
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3. |
Quiero Bailar
03:14
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Quiero Bailar
Lavanda fresca en el jardin no puede compararse
Los cielos azules de Mongolia no pueden compararse
A la inmensidad de tus ojos cuando estas cerca
Muero por el dulce de tu voz
Quiero bailar
Hace sol ahora aunque el cielo ha estado muy gris
Sinceramente puedo decirte estas cosas.
Traeme al hombre con los ojos de angel.
Con una mirada me calma.
Quiero bailar
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4. |
Going Just To Be Going
03:16
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Going just to be going
Isn't it just typical that you'd go and change into the person I had wanted before.
I left you that morning and haven't looked back cause I knew you'd never follow.
May it be a testament to my love that after so many years I still write you songs.
Idealize the past and stick to the task of going just to be going.
Going just to be going.
Isn't it just typical that you'd go and change into the person I had wanted before.
You put down the bottle and crossed the tracks but I'm not there anymore.
May it be a testament to my love that after so many years I still write you songs.
Idealise the past and stick to the task of going just to be going.
Going just to be going
I clung to the past with nothing to spare. I carried the load all alone.
Well I cried to the heavens to keep us together. But all along I knew I was changing.
May it be a testament to my love that after so many years I still write you songs.
Idealize the past and stick to the task of going just to be going.
Going just to be going
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5. |
Casey and Me
03:42
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Casey and me
casey and me we never had it so good
we moved to the city for a change of scenery
we dance in the moonlight and smoke some weed
life never looked so promising
she's busy flyering on saturday night
i busk in a corner in leicester square
we buy cold pizza at 2AM
we made just enough to travel
it's such a chilly, chilly night
casey says she'll never settle down
she's afraid of boredom and a routine
but i on the otherhand grow weary and cold
i imagined it to be so different
it's such a chilly, chilly night
casey never mentions her family back home
that she ran away from a few years ago
she puts on a brave face whenever i ask
will you be alright this christmas?
will you be alright this christmas?
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Italy
03:22
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Italy
I want to fly to Italy to cry in the vineyards
and let her breezes soothe my wounds.
May her Sun warm me like a blanket and
let her soft dirt crisp under my bare feet.
May her fields sing me to sleep and heal me.
Oh Italy.
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7. |
Ramble On Lover
02:48
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Ramble on Lover
Ramble on lover, ramble on my friend.
Hope I see you again when the tide comes in
and the cycle begins. There's a stirring within.
Ramble on lover, ramble on my friend.
Hope I see you again when the tide comes in.
There's dirt under your fingernails and signs of chaffing on your cheek.
I still feel a little weak when you're near me.
There's always a place in my bed for you to lay your weary head
from all of the places that you have been on your journey.
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8. |
Music and Mystery
02:55
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Music and Mystery
I'm finding it hard to concentrate during the day
There's so much to do but my sense of responsibility is crumbling
I want to pack up my bags and go with you
but i'm tied here another year
I rarely drive my stake too deep and go where the wind blows
I've shined up my shoes and now own a hoover and just when I was feeling settled
You opened my box of wandering spirits and I'm dreaming of the open road
I've come to these cross roads many times and usually choose the unknown
I rarely drive my stake too deep and go where the wind blows
I love you quite clearly and say so freely but I'll stay until the tide brings
a message in a bottle telling me of a place where I might belong
I want to pack up my bags and go with you but I'm tied here another year
Music and mystery I still have to hold me here just a little longer
I rarely drive my stake too deep and go where the wind blows
where the wind blows
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Finding it hard to believe
Lord are you on my side?
Lord are you with me?
Lord are you on my side?
Cause I'm finding it hard to believe.
Lord am I a saved one?
Lord can I be redeemed?
Lord am I a saved one?
Cause I need some sort of guarantee.
If I go to church and sing my hallelujahs
If I kneel on the floor and let the tears pour.
Will I be forgiven for the sins I'm sinning?
Can I start back at the beginning?
When I was ickle and first started school.
I towed the line and followed the rules.
As I got older and the temptations came.
I jumped on that wagon and welcomed the shame.
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10. |
Maybe So Maybe No
03:08
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Maybe so, maybe no
Into the past I stumble
I expected it this way
It's over now and all is clear
There's nothing left to dust
There's nothing left to dust
There's nothing left to dust
We swallow the lump of circumstance
and smile for old times' sake
If I could have seen what I see now
Would I have gone this way?
Would I have gone this way?
Maybe so or maybe no
So here we are again in silence
Rusted from all the years
The seasons have changed irreversibly
Should I have gone this way?
Should I have gone this way?
Maybe so or maybe no
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11. |
Lonesome Valley
03:17
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12. |
I'll See You This Summer
04:01
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I'll See you this summer
I'll see you this summer in America
We'll drive to California in your pickup truck
We'll go until we can touch the belly of the clouds
And write of our love with the colours of the sky
I know I'll be sick the morning that I come
To see you after these lonesome years
I've carried you with me everywhere I've been
And have thought of you often especially when I smile
Across this spreading ocean have I longed
To see you again when the time is right
I'll wear a red dress and my hair combed long
And smell of sweetness like I want to be found
We can stop in Albuquerquee where the dirt is dry
And red like the sun that bakes the land
Or sing in Santa Fe like our early days
Drinking Coronas till the morning comes
I dreamt of you again last night
Your face was sad and your body thin
You turned and jumped into the Grand Canyon
It won't be long till I can catch your fall
I'll see you this summer in America
We'll drive to California in your pickup truck
We'll go until we can touch the belly of the clouds
And write of our love with the colours of the sky
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Kinzli & the kiloWatts London, UK
Kinzli's second album ‘Down Up Down’ in 2010 and has seen airplay by the likes of BBC6 Music, Radio 2 and MTV Italy. Kinzli’s socially-conscious lyrics draw from her own life experience – growing up as an orphan in South Korea, later moving to Tennessee and finally settling in London. ... more
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