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The Cranberries
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The Cranberries
-- To The Faithful Departed
I've got a picture in my head, in my head.
It's me and you, we are in bed, we are in bed.
You'll always be there when I call, when I call.
You'll always be there most of all, all, all, all.
{This is not Hollywood, like I understood.
Is not Hollywood, like, like, like.} (X 2)
Runaway, runaway, does anybody there? (X 2)
Get away, get away, get awa-a-a-a-a-a-ay. (X 2)
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh...
I've got a picture in my room, in my room.
I will return there I presume, it should be soon.
The greatest irony of all, shoot the wall.
It's not so glamorous at all, all, all, all...
{This is not Hollywood, like I understood.
Is not Hollywood, like, like, like.} (X 2)
Runaway, runaway, does anybody there? (X 2)
Get away, get away, get awa-a-a-a-a-a-ay. (X 2)
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh...
This is not Hollywood, runaway,
This is not Hollywood,
{like X 19 and runaway X 9} (en même temps)
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To all those people doin' lines,
Don't do it, don't do it.
Inject your soul with liberty,
It's free, it's free.
To all the kids with heroin eyes,
Don't do it, don't do it.
Because it's not not what it seems,
No no it's not not what it seems.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Ah, ah, ah, ahe
To all the parents with sleepless nights,
Sleepless nights.
Tie your kids home to their beds,
Clean their heads.
To all the kids with heroin eyes,
Don't do it, don't do it.
Because it's not not what it seems,
No no it's not not what it seems.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Ah, ah, ah, ahe
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Do ba dop; do ba dop...
Hold onto love that is what I do now that I've found you.
And from above everything's stinking, they're not around you.
And in the night, I could be helpless,
I could be lonely, sleeping without you.
And in the day, everything's complex,
There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you.
But I'll miss you when you're gone, that is what I do. Hey, baby!
And it's going to carry on, that is what I do. Hey, baby...
Do ba dop; do ba dop...
Hold onto my hands, I feel I'm sinking, sinking without you.
And to my mind, everything's stinking, stinking without you.
And in the night, I could be helpless,
I could be lonely, sleeping without you.
And in the day, everything's complex,
There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you.
But I'll miss you when you're gone, that is what I do. Hey, baby!
And it's going to carry on, that is what I do. hey, baby...
Do ba dop; do ba dop...
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It's not worth anything,
More than this at all.
I'll live as I choose,
Or I will not live at all.
So return to where you come from,
Return to where you dwell,
Because harassment's not my forte,
But you do it very well.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
You must have nothing,
More with your time to do.
There's a war in Russia,
And Sarajevo too.
So to hell with what you're thinking,
And to hell with your narrow mind,
You're so distracted from the real thing,
You should leave your life behind, behind.
'Cause I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
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Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.
At times of war we're all the losers,
There's no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.
War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.
I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, 'I fought in Vietnam.'
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.
War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.
Who's the loser now? Who's the loser now?
We're all the losers now. We're all the losers now.
War child. (X 2)
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Yellow skies, I can see with yellow skies.
See you again,
I see you again.
In my dreams. (X 4)
Morning light (ah), I remember morning light (ah).
Outside my door (outside my door)
I see you no more (see you no more.)
In my dreams. (X 4)
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Responsible. (X 4)
Black and white, it's become so black and white.
So insecure,
You're so insecure.
That's what you are. (X 4)
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Responsible. (X 4)
Ah ouh, ah ouh...
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Responsible. (X 4)
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Seems like yesterday we were sixteen.
We were the rebels of the rebel scene.
He wore Doc Martens in the sun,
Drinking vintage cider having fun,
We were drinking vintage cider having fun.
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
Tut, tut tut, tut...
We wore Doc Marten in the snow.
(We will never go)
Paint our toe-nails black and let our hair grow.
(We will never grow)
What I am now's what I was then.
(We will never know)
I am not more acceptable than them.
But, I am not more acceptable than them.
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often. (X 8)
Ah, ah ah ah, la la la...
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen.
We were the rebels of the rebel scene.
(Soupir)
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It was the fearful night of December 8th.
He was returning home from the studio late.
He had perseptively known that it wouldn't be nice.
Because in 1980, he paid the price.
John Lennon died. (X 6)
With a Smith and Wesson 38,
John Lennon's life was no longer a debate.
He should have stayed at home,
He should have never cared,
And the man who took his life declared,
He said I just shot John Lennon.
He said I just shot John Lennon.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
Ah, ah ah ah, ah...
I just shot John Lennon.
He said I just shot John Lennon.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
Ah, ah ah ah, ah...
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Electric blue eyes where did you come from?
Electric blue eyes who sent you?
Electric blue eyes, always be near me.
Electric blue eyes, I need you.
Na na no, na na no...
Domine, Domine Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me.
Domine, Domine Deus,
Domine, Adiu, Adiuma Me.
If you should go you should know I love you.
If you should go you should know I'm here.
Always be near me, guardian angel.
Always be near me, there's no fear.
(None at all)
Na na no, na na no...
Domine, Domine Deus,
Domine, Adiuva Me.
Domine, Domine Deus,
Domine, Adiu, Adiuma Me.
Na na no, na na no...
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I'm still remembering the day I gave my life away.
I'm still remembering the time you said you'd be mine.
Yesterday was cold and bare, because you were not there.
Yesterday was cold, my story has been told.
I need your affection all the wa-ay.
The world has changed or I've changed in a wa-ay.
I try to remain, I'm trying not to go insa-ane.
I need your affection all the way, the way.
Get away (X 6)
I'm still remembering my life before I became your wife.
I'm still remembering the pain and the mind games.
Reverse psychology never tainted me.
I didn't sell my soul.
I didn't sell my soul.
I need your affection all the wa-ay.
The world has changed or I've changed in a wa-ay.
I try to remain, I'm trying not to go insa-ane.
I need your affection all the way, the way.
Solo.
They say the cream will always rise to the top.
They say that good people are always first to drop.
What of Kurt Cobain, will his presence still remain?
Remember JFK, ever saintly in a way.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now, I said,
Where are you no-ow?
I need your affection all the way.
All the way.
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Will you remember the dresse I wore?
Will you remember my face?
Will you remember the lipstick I wore?
This world is a wonderful place.
Will you remember the black limousine?
Will you remember champagne?
Will you remember the things that we've seen?
I will return here again.
Premier solo.
Will you remember the flowers in my hand?
Will you remember my hair?
Will you remember the future we planned?
The world is not waiting out there.
Deuxieme solo.
I won't remember the dress I wore.
I won't remember champagne.
I won't remember the things that we swore.
I will just love you in vain.
Will you remember?
Will you recall?
Will you remember?
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Oh, oh oh oh yeah...
There was a time, I was so lonely, oh hey yeah...
Remember the time, it was on Friday, oh hey yeah...
You made me feel fine, we did it my way, oh hey yeah...
I sat on your knees, every Friday, oh hey yeah...
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I still recall you.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I see you in the summer.
Joe. Joe.
I sat on your chair, by the fire, oh hey yeah...
Transfixed in a stare, taking me higher, oh hey yeah...
Precious years to remember, oh hey yeah...
Childhood fears, I surrender, oh hey yeah...
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I still recall you.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I see you in the summer.
Joe. Joe.
Ouh, ouh ouh...
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I would like to state my vision,
Life was so unfair.
We live in our secure surroundings,
And people die out there.
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo changed my mind.
And we all call out in despair.
All the love we need isn't there.
And we all sing songs in our room.
Sarajevo erects another doom.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo.
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje-
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sure things would change if we really wanted them to.
No fear for children anymore.
There are babies in their beds,
Terror in their heads,
Love for the love of life.
When do the saints go marching in?
(Chorale chantee par des enfants) Walk on tip toe...
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