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Nazareth
Nazareth


Background information
Origin Dunfermline, Scotland
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1968—present
Label(s) Eagle Records
NEMS Enterprises
Website Website
Members
Dan McCafferty
Pete Agnew
Lee Agnew
Jimmy Murrison
Former members
Manny Charlton
Zal Cleminson
Billy Rankin
John Locke
Ronnie Leahy
Darrell Sweet



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Nazareth Album


Nazology - Best Of Nazareth (2002)
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This Flight Tonight (Live)
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Morning Dew (New Version)
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Tell Me That You Love Me
. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.-ascap)


You came 'round today
You never even knocked on my door
Your note tried to say
That you don't love me no more

bridge:

I want you by my side 'cause
I wanna be your man
I'm burning up inside 'cause
I wanna be your man

I had to be told
From people that I meet in the street
They are turning cold
Without you I would not be complete

bridge:

Why did you write me in a letter?
A word from you would be much better

lead

bridge

Don't cast me aside
Without you I could never survive
Why did you decide
To kill the love that keeps me alive

bridge:

. . .


Walk me out in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I can't walk you out in no morning dew
Can't walk you out in no morning dew at all

Thought I heard a young girl cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
You didn't heard no young girl cryin' mama
You didn't heard no young girl cry at all

Thought I heard a young boy cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young boy cry today
You didn't hear no young boy cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young boy cry at all

Thought I heard a young man cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young man cry today
You didn't heard no young man cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young man cry at all

Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What they've been sayin' all these years is true
Now there is no more morning dew.

. . .


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

If you see my baby
With another man
Keep it a secret if you can.

If you see my baby
With another man
Don't tell me even if you can.

bridge:
You know, I could not stand the pain
So if you think you are my friend.

I hope you never see her
With another man
But if you do, don't you understand?

(lead)

(bridge)

She's everything I longed for
She took so long to find
But I'd be lost if she changed her mind.

If you see my baby
If you see my baby
If you see my baby
If you see my baby...

. . .


She used to be someone you could depend on
To brighten up your coldest winter day
But the one she leaned upon
Let her down, now has moved on
And morning brings another empty day
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She used to be a girl of simple pleasures
A breath of spring to chase your blues away
But now she bears a cross for a love that she has lost
No sunshine in her life just clouds of gray
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

. . .


I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Said I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

Well, I made my first kill
With the old town girl
She was the apple of her daddy's eye
Well, that woman looked up at me
And I said, "Honey we'll be
Together 'til the day I die"
But I lied.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

There seems to be no end
Of women who are lookin' for a man
My services don't come cheap
But I help out when I can
Tell them lies that they wanna hear
And I really lead 'em on
Spend all of their money
And I'm long gone.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

I've got tastes for fast cars
I don't wanna settle down
The good life sure comes easily
With all the mugs around
The women they just come to me
I don't have to look around
I move into their homes with them
Then I move on.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad,
I'm such a, such a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna rip you off
Just take control of your mind.

I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
I'm gonna rip you off
Just take control of the time.

I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
You know, I'm a bad boy
I'm so bad...

. . .

This Flight Tonight

[No lyrics]

. . .


Standing on a corner in downtown L.A.
Waiting for the man to come along
She comes up to me and says, "Too bad, too sad
You know that he's been dead and gone."

L.A. lady, kinda shady
She picked him up and took him home.

I woke up groggy, my sight was smoggy
And I knew that it had been blown.

Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
Moscow's looking fine through the wine
Spaced out, I crashed out
When the KGB came on the line.

It's a cold one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below.

Mama, here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed.

Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon
But we're headed for a southern star
The captain says it's fine in Havana
This dude behind me needs a cigar.

He's a big one, he's got a big gun
I guess we better go along.

Mister, we've got a gig in Arizona
Second billing to the Rolling Stones.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Laid low in 'Frisco
Done in and left behind for dead.

. . .


Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough
Or strong enough
To take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I'm young, I know
But even so
I know a thing or two
I learned from you
I really learned a lot
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh

. . .


Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red-hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

. . .


My white bicycle, my white bicycle

Riding all around the street
Four o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late
Moving fast everything looks great.

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him
Better kick over his garbage bin

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle

lead:

Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
Find some judge, but it's not leavin'

Lift both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still speed
My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle, my white bicycle


(Burgess/West)
Getaway Music
copyright 1975 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd

. . .


Holy Roller, lookin' down
Where you think you know
All the answers
Arrogance and pride are sin
Better look to your own chances.

Chorus:
Holy Roller, can you save your own soul?
Can you save your own soul
Holy Roller

Standin' up for Jesus
That's your thing
But you're standin' on people's hearts
Charity is a virtue
To be praised
Better get back on Jesus' track.

Chorus

Holy Roller, practise what you preach
Heaven is still within your reach.

Holy Roller, don't you judge
What you think is going wrong.

Chorus (2x)

. . .


I'm not just something you can pick up or put down
Entertainment value, like some circus clown
Don't give green stamps
With my emotions
Don't have a cut price soul
Don't do, carry out feelings
Or take away love

Carry out feelings
You take away love
Carry out feelings
You take away love

Don't have the kind of heart
You reap and you take away
Keep in your cold store to use at some future date
Don't give a refund on my emotions
No discount on my soul
Don't do, carry out feelings
Or take away love

Carry out feelings
You take away love
Carry out feelings
And take away love

I'm not just someone you can pick up and throw away
Someone to join you in a recycled love affair
Don't give green stamps
With my emotions
Don't have a cut price soul
Don't do, carry out feelings
Or take away love

Carry out feelings
You take away love
Carry out feelings
You take away love
Carry out feelings
You take away love

. . .


YOU'RE THE VIOLIN
Nazareth

Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Some shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin

Some blow me like a horn
Some slide me like a trombone
Some smoke me like a tuba dude
Some cut me like a saxophone
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
When you touch me like you touch me
Don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
When you touch me like you touch me
Well, don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Sh-sh-sh-shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin

(WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH)
COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI)

. . .


D. McCafferty/P. Agnew/D. Sweet/M. Charlton

Goin' out, got some time to use
Baby, baby, baby, I just can't lose
Truckin' round from town to town
Got to get my rocks off the ground
Going up, I've been down so long
All I need is just one good song
Take me out of this dead end gig
Get my shot at some of the big
If you want to rock
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll
I just signed my life away
The record company's got to pay
Got to chase that billboard bullet
Nothin' left but to go out and do it
If you want to rock
You got to find
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll
Somebody to roll
Goin' out, got some time to use
Baby, baby, baby, I just can't lose
Truckin' round from town to town
Got to get my rocks off the ground
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll
Somebody to roll

. . .


I don't want to
Go on without you
It's so bad to be alone
Oh baby come home
I need you
My room is so blue
I keep seeing your face
Oh every place

Here in the gloom
Of my lonely room
I hold her memories
And smell her sweet perfume

I can't stand to
Live on without you
Oh my darlin', hear my plea
C'mon back to me

Here in the gloom
Of my lonely room
I hold her memories
And smell her sweet perfume

I can't stand to
Live on without you
Oh my darlin',hear my plea
C'mon back to me
I can't stand to
Go on without you...

. . .


It's a gone dead train
Yes, it's a gone dead train

My engine was pumpin' steam
And I was grindin' at you hard and fast
Burnin' down the rails, tryin' to heat the way
Haulin' ass and ridin' up the track
And I laughed at the conductor who was tellin' me my coal
It would never last

But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
Ain't no empty cellar
Like a gone dead train

Once was at a time when I could
Mama shave 'em dry
And raise a fever ice-down chill
Waitin' at the station
With a heavy loaded sack
Savin' up and holdin' just to spill
Shootin' my supply through my demon's eye
Instead of holdin' my time, I hope I will

But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
There ain't no empty cellar
Needs a gone dead train

Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn now, now
It's a gone dead train
Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn now, now
It's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it to learn

There ain't no easy day
When your daily run's a downhill pull
And there ain't no easy way
Wishin' for some jelly roll
There ain't no switch been made
To make your juicy lemon find
A spring to run a dry well full

But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
Ain't no empty cellar
Needs a gone dead train


Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn
You know it's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it to burn
It's a gone dead train
It's a gone dead train, you gotta learn
It's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it, gonna teach it to burn.


Words and music by Jack Nitzsche & Russ Titelman
(copyright 1971 warner--tamerlane pub. corp.)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved

. . .


Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parking sign says free?
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a place in your heart left for me?

Well I know you got so many you can choose from
There's always flowers lying by your door
I bet your phone it never stops
Bet you're the queen at the local hops
I bet you get valentines but never keep the score

Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parking sign says free?
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a place in your heart left for me?

I bet your phone it never stops
I know you're the queen at the local hops
I bet you get valentines but never keep the score

Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parking sign says free?
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a place in your heart made for me?

Is there a place in your heart made for me?
Is there a place in your heart made for me?

. . .


May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you
May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you

Someone woke me up again last night
Talkin' to me about my last time
Don't tell me I know it's late
Please, please lay me down a line
Pick me up before I start to fall
Never let your dreams grow small

May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you
May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you

Talkin' to my lover, she was out
It was independence day
Don't be nervous , you can hold me tight
Someone turned the light out on the stairs
Was it just the wind I heard
Just another helping hand

May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you
May the sun, the sun shine bright
May the sun shine bright on you

Take me back down the yellow brick road
Let me get my ticket to your heart
Stranger's hidin' on my land
Could it be it's keepin' me apart
Give me time don't you gimme no love
Let the sunshine in your heart

chorus:


(McCafferty, Charlton, Cleminson, Agnew, Sweet)
copyright 1978 Nazsongs/Panache Music ltd.
international copyright secured. all rights reserved
1979 A&M Records, inc.

. . .


If you wanna walk out the door
You don't need a key
If you don't wanna come by no more
I'll set you free

Whatever you want babe
Whatever you need
Just as long as you know babe
What you're doin' to me
What you're doin' to me

If you wanna say it's a day
I won't disagree
I would never stand in your way
That wouldn't be me

Whatever you want babe
Whatever you need
Just as long as you know babe
What it's doin' to me
What it's doin' to me

I would never tie you down
You've always been free to leave
If you wanna make it goobye
That's o.k. with me
Got so tired of asking you why
I'll just let it be

Whatever you want babe
Whatever you need
Just as long as you know babe
What it's doin' to me

And if I try to find a reason
For all the things I do
Would you try to understand , the way I am
And how I care for you
Would you give me your undivided attention
And the benefit of your doubt?
Ooh!, ooh!


(Charlton)
copyright 1978 Nazsongs/Panache Music ltd.
international copyright secured. all rights reserved.
1979 A&M Records, inc.

. . .


Walking alone at night in the cold rain
Wondering if I will see you again
In some corner light
Running down the road in the warm sun
Dreaming that I am still the one
Resting by your side

Chorus:
You took the road to fortune and fame
Your name in lights
I want you to know I still feel the same
Star
I still love you

Remembering when you played me that first song
The first show that you asked me along
Just to be around
Working so hard 'till you got that first break
You said you could turn them around
Give them something new

(Chorus:)

Got that photograph of you and me
I hear your voice on my radio
Will I ever lay with you again

Nobody planned it, we just seem to drift now
I always seem to have to leave
Just as you come around
But someday soon girl I just got to see you
I just gotta find out
If we still have time

(Chorus:)

. . .


Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine
Gonna have me a holiday
Poor man's party, rich man's daughter
Gettin' hotter and hotter

She's pushin' way too hard
I don't want any part of her way
Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine
Gonna have me a holiday

It's a holiday... It's a holiday

Mama mama please, no more jaguars
I don't want to be a pop star
Mama mama please, no more deckhands
I don't want to be a sailor man
Mama mama please, no more face lifts
I just don't know which one you is
Mama mama please, no more husbands
(I don't know who my daddy is)

Drinkin' my wine, wastin' my time
Hidin' out in my rented dream
Lookin' for attention
A cover story mention in
Life magazine
Ask the chauffeur who he knows
Numbers he's got, lots of those

Drinkin' my wine, spendin' my time
Tryin' to run from this Halloween

It's a holiday... It's a holiday

Mama mama please, no more jaguars
I don't want to be a pop star
Mama mama please, no more deckhands
I don't want to be a sailor man
Mama mama please, no more face lifts
I just don't know which one you is
Mama mama please, no more husbands
(I don't know who my daddy is)

It's a holiday... It's a holiday

. . .


Go out and have your habit,
Keep on takin' it
Keep on fakin' it
You're the one whose heart grows cold
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

Go out and have your habit
You're the one that's takin' it
You're the one that's fakin' it
You're the one whose heart's grown cold
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

I touch your lips with my fingertips
I hang on every breath you take
You don't need me like,
I need you
You have your heartaches to climb
Everyday, I just hope and pray
I just hope that you still have,
That you still have your dreams.

Come down and tell me that it's better
You're the one who's choosin' it
You're the one who's losin' it
You're the one who's got no soul,
You're the one whose heart's grown cold.

(Cleminson)

. . .


Here we are in the west
And our cars are glistenin'
The bear he roars in the east
But we ain't listenin'
We won't play games in his backyard
But we let him build his wall
We say our God is on our side
Hope he's listenin' to us all

While we talk

He's gettin' dresses, he's lookin' for his thrills
He's gettin' dresses to kill

We got eyes in the stars
But we don't care what they see
We put a man on the moon
We all see it on t.v.
We all protest about his bombs
He hopes we keep it going
And while we rest he's marchin' on
His fuse has started glowin'

While we talk

He's gettin' dressed, he's lookin' for his thrills
He's gettin' dressed to kill

What have you got to hide at home
His arms are stained but never empty
The things that you think you own
Are only for the few
Don't you think it's time, don't you think it's time
We got ready, we got ready

We got right on our side
So our leaders say today
Count the size of the treat
We can slide a different way
Our planes are flyin' in your sky
We know just what they're sayin'
You see the writing on the wall
Your nerves are tearin', frayin'

While we talk

He's gettin' dressed, he's lookin' for his thrills
He's gettin' dressed to kill

He's gettin' dressed, he's lookin' for his thrills
He's gettin' dressed to kill

. . .


Walk me out in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I can't walk you out in no morning dew
Can't walk you out in no morning dew at all

Thought I heard a young girl cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
You didn't heard no young girl cryin' mama
You didn't heard no young girl cry at all

Thought I heard a young boy cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young boy cry today
You didn't hear no young boy cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young boy cry at all

Thought I heard a young man cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young man cry today
You didn't heard no young man cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young man cry at all

Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What they've been sayin' all these years is true
Now there is no more morning dew.

. . .


Do I feel alright?
I'll go anywhere you say you wanna take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
'Cause I feel alright
I'll do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay

We've been up all night
Tryin' to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
'Cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin'
We won't give ourselves away

Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness

Do you feel alright?
And can you see me when you're lookin' in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart don't pay
Run away-ay-ay
Don't you give yourself away

Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness

. . .


Look at you
You're the son of the neighborhood strays
You can walk in your prison for days
But you'll never get anywhere
It's a pain
But the shine on the edge of your blade
Couldn't give all the waiting away
You were recognized everywhere
Turn away
You are not just ashamed of yourself
You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell

Can't you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for some of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It's a part of our mystery
It's our job, you see

You'll agree
There is no point in letting you go
We can wait till the end of the show
Till the audience fades away
Turn around
You can laugh at the mess in your room
It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It's a part of our mystery
It's our job you see

You'll agree
There is no point in letting you go
We can wait till the end of the show
Till the audience fades away
Turn around
You can laugh at the mess in your room
It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It's a part of our mystery.


(written by Nazareth)
copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
all rights reserved.
lyrics used by permission
reproduction prohibited

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Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself
Dream on...dream on

You can hide away
There's nothin' to say, so dream on
Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself, dream on

You can laugh at me because I'm crying
You can tell your friends how much
I begged you to stay
You can live your fantasy without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

Dream on
It's so easy for you
Though I'm broken in two, dream on
Dream on
You can never see
What you're doing to me, so dream on

You can cross your heart and still be lying
You can count the reasons why you've thrown it away
You can dream your life away without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

You can laugh at me because I'm crying
You can tell your friends how much
I begged you to stay
You can live your fantasy without me
But you'll never know how much I needed you

Dream on
It's so easy for you
Though I'm broken in two, dream on
Dream on
You can never see
What you're doing to me, so dream on
Dream on
Though it's hard to tell
Though you're fooling yourself, dream on
Dream on

. . .


She would never say where she came from
And yesterday don't matter if it's gone
When the sun is bright
Or on the darkest night
No one knows...she comes and goes

chorus:

Goodbye ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Dont question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost, at such a cost

corus:

There's no time to lose I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
In life unkind

chorus: (4x)

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No feeling when you told me goodbye
No reason when you're living a lie
Don't tell me what I already know
I'm living memories of long ago
I fool myself, I deny it all
Wanna hide it away

Lost moments never caring enough
I was never good at playing it tough
Still living in my own little world
Still believing you're the only one
It's always hard, never easier
To face another day alone

Every time it rains I fall apart
I start to remember
Every single time it rains
I think of you.


(Rankin)
Bob ‘n' Weave Music
copyright 1992 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

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Tell Me That You Love Me

[No lyrics]

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