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  • Текст песни The Corrs - Intimacy



    Last night before you fell asleep
    You whispered something to me
    Was it just a dream
    I'm gonna listen to you close
    Coz your goodnight kiss
    Felt like a ghost
    What are you trying to say to me
    What are you trying to say
    Everybody's searching for intimacy
    Ooh ooh ooh ooh
    Everybody's hurting for intimacy
    Ooh ooh ooh ooh
    We come into this world alone
    From the heart of darkness
    The infinite unknown
    We're only here a little while
    And I feel safe and warm
    When I see you smile
    Baby don't move away from me
    Baby don't pull away
    .
    (Chorus)
    .
    Remember when you were a child
    And your mom would hold you in her arms
    And rock you to sleep
    Now darling there's just you and I
    Let's give each other everything baby baby...
    Everybody's searching for intimacy
    Ooh ooh ooh ooh
    Everybody's hurting for intimacy
    Ooh ooh ooh ooh
    Baby come and lay down next to me...
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    Queen of Hollywood
    .
    .
    She drove a long way through the night
    From an urban neighborhood
    She left her mother in a fight
    For a dream misunderstood
    And her friends they talk on corners
    They could never comprehend
    But there was always something different
    In the way she held a stare
    And the pictures that she painted
    Were of glamour and of flair
    And her boyfriend though he loved her
    Knew he couldn't quite fulfill
    He could never meet her there
    .
    (Chrous)
    She's never gonna be like the one before,
    She read it in her stars that there's something more
    No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks
    She'll be the Queen of Hollywood
    And the cynics they will wonder
    What's the difference with this dream
    And the dreams of countless others
    All believing in TV
    They see their hand prints in a sidewalk
    Flashing cameras on the scene
    And a shining limousine
    .
    (Chorus)
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    She's believing in a dream
    It's a loaded fantasy
    Now her mother collects cut-outs
    And the pictures make her smile
    But if she saw behind the curtains
    It could only make her cry
    She's got hand prints on her body
    Sad moonbeams in her eyes
    not so innocent a child