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(Gregory Isaacs)
Tell
'Cause there must be something he can do;
This heart is broken in two.
Tell
There's a patient by the name of
Night nurse,
Only you alone can quench this here thirst.
My night nurse,
Oh, the pain is getting worse.
I don't wanna see no doc;
I need attendance from my nurse around the clock,
'Cause there's no prescription for me.
he's the one, the only remedy.
Night nurse,
Only you alone can quench this here thirst.
My night nurse,
Oh, the pain is getting worse.
Ah, ah, ah.
I don't wanna see no doc;
I need attendance from my nurse around the clock,
'Cause there's no prescription for me.
he's the one, the only remedy.
Night nurse,
Only you alone can quench this here thirst.
My night nurse,
Oh, the pain is getting worse.
Night nurse.
(John Lennon)
We're playing those mind games together,
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds,
Playing the mi-i-i-ind guerrilla,
Chanting the mantra, "peace on earth."
We all been playing those mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil.
Doing the mi-i-i-ind guerrilla.
Some call it magic, the search for the grail.
Love is the answer, and you know that, for sure.
Love is
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Faith in the future, outta the now.
You just can't beat on those mi-i-i-ind guerrillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind,
Yeah, we're playing those mind games forever,
Projecting our images in space and in time.
Yes is the answer, and you know that, for sure.
Yes is surrender--you got to let it, you got to let it go.
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance in the sun.
Millions of mi-i-i-ind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the
Keep on playing those mind games forever.
Raising the spirit of peace and love.
Love...
( make love, not war. I know you've heard it before.)
(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor)
I am stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed,
From night until morning,
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild,
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
Do you remember
The night we were lost,
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost?
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right,
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you,
My love, and you're dead.
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm.
And with you in your cold grave,
I cannot sleep warm.
So I'm stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Mike Clowes/John Reynolds/Dean/Hollifield)
I want your hands on me.
What I want, give me.
You know I wanna please you,
What I wanna do to you.
You don't waste no time, do you?
You know I'm looking through you.
Why you wanna tease me?
I want you to come and please me.
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me.
You know that I can thrill you.
I want you call me to you.
I wanna move with you.
I really wanna feel you.
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me.
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me,
Put your hands on me.
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me.
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those.
I want your
Gimme those,
Gimme those.
Aaahhhh.
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on me.
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those,
Hands, gimme those.
I want your
Gimme those.
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