Cutting The Breeze
I met this man
On the border of Spain
It was a sunny afternoon
I said "Can I talk to you?"
So I pulled my van to the side
He said "I like your smile"
I said "I like yours too"
But there was nothing going on
Just cutting the breeze
Nothing I need
Fighting to be free
With just enough time,
To have a smoke or two
Hey, hmmm yes
He had no idea
Of the songs I sing
He had no clue
Of the weight I'd been wearing
Told stories of the wars he fought
His love affairs and how he got caught
He's gonna build a house in Mexico now
Cause he's finally learnt to let it all go
That's why I'm here
Just cutting the breeze
Yes see I
Nothing we need
Fighting to be free
With just enough time,
To have a smoke or two
Yeah
Or three or four or whatever fits you
Ooh ooh ooh yeah
Driving along in my van
No thoughts to figure out, no master plan
No stressing and no demand and I like it that way
I had to get away, I had to, I had to
Feel the breeze
I had to feel it
Fighting to be free
Yes I was
There was nothing that we need
Nothing that we need
Except a smoke or two
Or maybe a beer and a few
Cutting the breeze
Nothing that we need, nothing we need
Fighting to be free, yes we were
With just enough time, to have a smoke or two
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Hello darling, this is the army, I've just got the time to write, Today we attack, there's no turning back, The boys they're all ready for the fight. Yes, I'm well but this place
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180 Grad
Wir brauchen hier keinen, der aus der Reihe tanzt, keinen, der zuviel denkt und auch noch Zweifel hat. Wir brauchen keinen, der st?ndig dagegen ist und dem Fortschritt immer nur als eine Bremse
She Sings In The Morning
Wake up! A voice hits the air on a lonely coast And I'll sing along like a prayer for you I can dream up the words (I'll never see your face again) If we wake
