Текст песни I Don't Get Out Much Anymore - James Reyne
Moonlight
in
my
Martini
I've
been
fighting
in
the
war
Like
some
beleaguered
soldier
Don't
know
what
he's
fighting
for
Excuse
my
righteous
indignation
Served
the
system
with
the
best
Screamed
blue
murder
down
some
dappled
sunlight
hillside
This
golden
medal
Tarnished
on
my
chest
Chorus
~
And
the
phone
won't
ring
I'm
sure
And
the
cat
scratch
at
the
door
Without
you
I'm
poor
I
don't
get
out
much
anymore
And
then
the
devil
came
to
paradise
Where
he
always
did
his
worst
And
now
my
luck
is
changing
It's
gone
from
bad
to
cursed
Chorus
+
I
don't
get
out
much
anymore
Chorus
+
I
don't
get
out
much
anymore
I
don't
get
out
much
anymore
1 Wonderful Today
2 Oh Oh Kimberley
3 Design For Living
4 Poetry In Motion
5 Nothin's Too Good For My Baby
6 Reno
7 Little Criminals
8 I Don't Get Out Much Anymore
9 Every Tooth A Tombstone
10 Sleeping My Way To The Top
11 After You've Gone
12 Lizards From Lounges
13 Not Waving, Drowning
14 Stranger Than Fiction
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