Dire Straits - On Every Street: lyrics and video
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userdire straits are the dogs bollocks
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Fra norge jeg og! Hvor er du i fra? DS er konge!
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larga vida al rey
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went to see mark knopfler in july at nec birmingham , he was fantastic as usual his concert was kill to get crimson.
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google the lyrics and please tell me you can understand it. I mean you really don't have to do that...just lsten...but if you still don't get it, well then you have a problem.
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he was on McCartneys flowers in the dirt tour
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read some Raymond Chandler or other such 'hardoiled detective' fiction...or watch old film noir stuff from the 30s-50s
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seeing these guys live would be the shit
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go see mark knopfler its the same he also has guy fletcher too
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it was!!!
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Lyrics:
There's gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebodys books
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh, it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
There's gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebodys books
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh, it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
And it's your face, I'm looking for
On every street
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