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The Grand Slam
03:38
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Talking with my soul
Looking for the right way
Trying to make it better day after day
Focused on every step, every shot I make
Waiting for that moment, hoping it's not too late
I need a little time for me
Seems like it's never enough
It's like living on a wire
Wake up today and believe until the end
It's your Grand Slam
Every day fight until the end for your Grand Slam
Somebody decides when I'm right or wrong
Somebody says that I'm not alone
Everybody seems to know the key to hit in life
It's called "Passion & Sacrifice"
Now I know perfection's not enough
And I need more than fortune and love
I see the crowd and I'm afraid to die
It's always time to fight
Wake up today and believe until the end
It's your Grand Slam
Every day fight until the end for your Grand Slam
(One) Melbourne
(Two) Paris
(Three) London
(Four) New York City
Game, set and match
Wake up today and believe until the end
It's your Grand Slam
Every day fight until the end for your Grand Slam
The first time you came really close to winning
The second time even closer
So don't give up now, don't give up
And try again till the last game
And you'll be the winner of the Grand Slam
Until the last game
The Grand Slam
Until the last game
Come on
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2. |
Born in the '70s
02:41
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My eyes were open
My ears were ready
Ready to lead me to my place in this world
Thanks to the records my father used to play
I was too young to remember a name
Believe it or not, I'm still hearing that sound
It's stuck in my head
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
Here comes the '90s
A troubled teenage boy
That was the first time I heard that voice
So now I can't get away from the choices I made
Dreaming about being a rocker one day
Believe it or not, I'm still feeling that fire inside me
No matter what stage
I do what I can and I've nothing to complain about
Maybe I'll have some regrets
But at least I don't care
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
I was born, I was born in the '70s
Born in the '70s
Late, late '70s
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3. |
Walking with You
04:42
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When you start to realize that time is running out
And dark men are coming but there's nowhere to hide
If I die for you, son, don't look back and just run
We took this road that never ends
Losing home and your innocence
I told you stories and lies just to keep you alive
There's no reason to hate or kill someone
But you have to know that you're not alone
'Cause I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
No matter what they say
No matter what they do
I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
No matter what they say
No matter what they do
It's cold outside, snow and blood all around
Hoping we finally find your sister and ma
Another ghost town can only break me down
There's no reason to hate or kill someone
But you have to know that you'll never be alone
'Cause I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
No matter what they say
No matter what they do
I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
No matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
I'm still walking with you
I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
I'm still walking with you
I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
No matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
I'm still walking with you
I'm walking with you
I'm walking with you
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4. |
Eyes on Me
03:28
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I stopped my car in the parking lot
I can't pretend to be the one
And I feel so wrong
'Cause I don't seem to be strong
There's no way to fix it now
Maybe it's our last night
And our, and our past seems like only wasted time
I can understand how you feel inside
'Cause your tears, your tears never lie
And I can only touch your face again
Put your eyes on me, babe
Keep your eyes on me, baby
You've never seemed so real
You've never been so real
Put your eyes on me, babe
Keep your eyes on me, baby
You've never seemed so real
You've never been so real to me
Eyes on me, eyes on me, eyes on me
We feel the pain of losing our good times
But there's no way back
And we'll never forget those days and our memories
I know your eyes, they're beautiful
And I, I'll never find the words to say goodbye
And I can only touch your face again
Put your eyes on me, babe
Keep your eyes on me, baby
You've never seemed so real
You've never been so real
Put your eyes on me, babe
Keep your eyes on me, baby
You've never seemed so real
You've never been so real to me
Eyes on me, eyes on me
Eyes on me, eyes on me
Eyes on me
I'll never be your love
Eyes on me
I'll never be your love again
And we can't ever be just friends
Eyes on me
I'll never be your love
Eyes on me
I'll never be your love again
But I'm just trying to be your friend
Eyes on me, eyes on me, eyes on me
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5. |
My Favorite Hour
04:09
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I know your heart is gold and not for me
I know your heart is cold and you're not real
But I've seen you for a while at that fancy bar
Sexy in your summer dress
And I can only dream you'll be mine
What are you waiting for? (I'm waiting)
Are you waiting for the perfect guy?
What are you waiting for? (I'm waiting)
I'm pretty sure he'll let you down
I can make you happy right now
This is my...
This is mine
This is my favorite hour
When the world is ready...
This is my...
This is mine
This is my favorite hour
When the world is ready to turn in the same way
I saw your friends, they were staring at me
I saw your friends talking about the man I should be
But I can get my guitar and be the man that I am
And write a song about how I'm fucking lonesome at the end
I'm still waiting (Hoping and waiting)
'Cause I can't choose between "love – or just having fun"
I'm still waiting (Hoping and waiting)
I'm really glad to see you down
And I feel alright now
This is my...
This is mine
This is my favorite hour
When the world is ready...
This is my...
This is mine
This is my favorite hour
When the world is ready...
This is my...
This is mine
This is my favorite hour
When the world is ready...
This is my...
This is a man's favorite hour
Hoping the world is ready to turn a different way
My favorite hour
My favorite hour
My favorite hour
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