lyrics
Tell me how, tell me what can I do to help you, fool?
How exactly do you think it ends?
‘cause I know when I start to talk, I’ll be so rude.
You won’t wanna hear what I must say.
My friend,
forgive me when I tell you,
this kind of girl won’t save you,
She will not make you whole,
She won’t fill your heart up.
After this time together
thinking she’ll be forever,
Don’t see anyone just you
with yourself in your room
As the old man used to say sometimes:
“everybody is waiting for a Miracle each Saturday”
As the old man used to say sometimes:
“everybody is waiting for a Miracle each Saturday
that never comes, that never comes”
Tell me what can I do to change your point of view,
I’m tired of hearing that she’s beautiful.
Maybe I’m wrong but I thought that love is about two,
I can’t see anyone today with you
My friend,
believe me when I tell you,
It’s not my aim to hurt you,
She will not make you whole,
She won’t fill your heart up.
After this time together
thinking she’ll be forever,
Don’t see anyone just you
with yourself in your room
As the old man used to say sometimes:
“everybody is waiting for a Miracle each Saturday”
As the old man used to say sometimes:
“everybody is waiting for a Miracle each Saturday”
As the old man used to say sometimes:
“everybody is waiting for a Miracle each Saturday”
Everybody I know waits for a miracle,
waits for a miracle each Saturday
Everybody I know waits for a miracle,
waits for a miracle each Saturday
that never comes, that never comes!
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FISHING BIRDS,
released November 23, 2011
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Music and lyrics by Coque Piña
(P) © 2011 Lucky Dan Records/Sloper
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