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All In All


- wykonawca: Dexy's Midnight Runners

Oh, what's the matter?
Oh no. It's no better.
I've been thinking it out and it still gets no better,
I'm here singing this out and these thoughts get no fresher.
All in all I'd say things have turned out good,
you still don't smile at me but then I never thought you would.
You don't waste time on praise. Do you sir?
But you should be proud to be sure.
No sir. It's still no better oh sir, I thought you meant better
Your experience will teach me no more lessons.
From lower down you just seemed so much better
All in all I'd say things have turned out good,
you still don't smile at me but then I never thought you would.
You don't waste time on praise, when you could.
Or just tell me something. anything. good.
Oh no look it's still no better.
No no these thought are no fresher.
You see tenderess is the asset here lacking,
but won't you join me in this one last wild waltz,
just once again in the one last wild waltz.
Anduici tú mé san damsa fión
Anduici tú mé san damsa fión
round and round, and round and round...
round and round, and round and round...
Anduici tú mé san damsa fión
Anduici tú mé san damsa fión

Crazy CoolCeciliaPasji DneviDreamin' My Dreams With You
Say Goodbye To BabylonYou Can Get ItWeekend In New EnglandCAN'T GET NEXT TO YOU
LOVE IS THE HEROSweet Talking HippieIf...Mr. magoo
You're Not AloneGoodbye GirlIn Your MindSoul Cadillac
A Little Bit Of SoapShake The DiseaseDirty LooksBOYS IN TOWN
SpiritTodo Lo MiroBusinessCome Back To My Love
What!Comes LoveI, AssassinBye Bye Little Doggy
Til I Hear It From YouDon't Get ExcitedAni Ohev OtachTurpentine
The Never Deserting ShadowBag LunchWalk on the Wild SideI?ve Got This Feeling
Up YoursBaby I Was Made For Loving YouEl MoroPeque?a Traviesa
Too Many PeopleIn the FleshI Have the TouchSlice Paper Wrists
WeightlessInfinitoLo Poco Que Queda De MiHave You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The S
Crying Statues of Paleness an Ice