The Strokes vs UB40


AUTOMATIC STOP



So many fish there in the seaI wanted you, you wanted meThat’s just a phase, it’s got to passI was a train moving too fastDidn’t understand what to seeYeah, then I got a different viewIt’s you…no.Wait, I’m gonna give it a break.I’m not you friend,I never was.I said wait, I’m gonna give it a break.I’m not your friend,I never was.So many fish there in the seaShe wanted him, he wanted meThat’s just a phase, it’s got to passI was a train moving too fastYeah, I know you warned meBut this is too importantNow I got a different viewIt’s you…Why can’t you wait?I’m gonna give it a breakI’m not you friend,I never wasI said wait, I’m gonna give it a breakI’m not you friend,I never was.



HIGHER GROUND



Moon and stars sit way up high Earth and trees beneath them lie The wind blows fragrant lullaby To cool the night for you and I On the wing the birds fly free Leviathan tames angry sea The flower waits for honeybee The sunrise wakes new life in me. (CHORUS) And every hour of every day I’m learning more The more I learn, the less I know about before The less I know, the more I want to look around Digging deep for clues on higher ground… The fishes swim while rivers run Thru fields to feast my eyes upon Intoxicated drinking from The loving cup of burning sun In dreams I’ll crave familiar taste Of whispered rain on weary face Of kisses sweet and warm embrace Another time another place(CHORUS) And every hour of everyday I’m learning more The more I learn, the less I know about before The less I know, the more I want to look around Digging deep for clues on higher ground…

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