paroles de chanson Can't Help Thinking About Me - Live Mark Radcliffe Show BBC Radio 1 Session - David Bowie

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Question time that says
I brought dishonor
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that I've blackened the family name
My mother says that
She can't stand the neighbors' talking

I've gotta pack my bags
Leave this home
Start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime

Can't help thinking about me
Can't help thinking about me
Can't help thinking about me

Remember when we used to go to church on Sundays
I lay awake at night
Terrified of school on Mondays
But it's too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again but

I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me

As I pass a recreation ground
Remember my friends
Always been found
But I can't

I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me

Now I leave them all
In this never-never land
The station seems so cold
The ticket's in my hand
My girl calls my name, "Hi Dave,
Drop in, see you around, come back if you're this way again"
I'm on my own
I've got a long-long way to go
I hope I make it on my own but

Can't help thinking about me
Can't help thinking about me
Can't help thinking about me
Can't help thinking about me

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Can't, can't, can't, can't, can't (can't help thinking about me)
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Can't help thinking about me