Sting — Greatest Hits
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00:00:00 1. Fields Of Gold
00:03:42 2. Shape Of My Heart
00:08:23 3. Desert Rose
00:14:20 4. Eglishman In New York
00:18:53 5. Every Breath You Take
00:24:03 6. Message in a Bottle
00:28:46 7. Roxanne
00:35:41 8. Walking on the Moon
00:40:38 9. So Lonely
00:47:20 10. Wrapped Around My Finger
00:53:08 11. King Of Pain
00:58:13 12. Dont Stand So Close to Me
01:02:50 13. De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
01:06:59 14. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
01:11:05 15. Cant Stand Losing You
01:15:55 16. Sinchronicity 2
01:20:29 17. Bring On The Night
01:26:01 18. Hungry For You
01:29:11 19. Invisible Sun
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LYRICS
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didnt have to rhyme every time I sang,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money."
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.