Elton John


Deep insideMy soul fights a warI can’t explainI can’t cross over any moreAll I see are dirty facesRain and wireAnd common sense in piecesBut I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfast. Look outsideSummer’s lost and goneIt’s a long walkOn a street of right and wrongIn every inch of sadnessRock and tanksGo hand in hand

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

What do i go to do to make you love mewhat do i go to do to make you carewhat do i do when lightening strikes meand to find that you are not there what do i do to make you want mewhat do i got to do to be heardwhat do i say when

Rocket Man

She packed my bag last nightpre-flight,Zero Hour, nine A.M.And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then. I miss the earth so much,I miss my wife.It’s lonely out in spaceon such a timeless flight. And I think it’s gonna be a long, long timetill touch down brings me round again to findI’m not the

Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues

Don’t wish it awayDon’t look at it like it’s foreverBetween you and meI could honestly sayThat things can only get better And while I’m awayDust out the demons insideAnd it won’t be longBefore you and me runTo the place in our heartsWhere we hide And I guess that’s whyThey call it the bluesTime on my

Made In England

I was made in EnglandOut of cadillac muscleI had a quit-me fatherI had a quit-me motherI had a little RichardAnd that black pianoOh that sweet Georgia peachAnd the boy from Tupelo- Wow oh oh oh I was made in EnglandWow oh oh oh I was made in England I was made in EnglandOut of cadillac


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