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A songagram
by Tony Crafter
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Careless Whisper (George Michael)

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Careless Whisper
By George Michael

I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes

[Chorus]
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you

Time can never mend
The careless whisper of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find

[Chorus]

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me
Please stay

[Chorus]

Now that you've gone
Now that you've gone
Now that you've gone
Was what I did so wrong
So wrong that you had to leave me alone
= Careless Driver
By
George Michael

I feel so unreal,
As I start the car
And try to find the steerin' wheel.
When I glide away
Hear a wee voice say,
"Deluded nut, you should not drive
Away 'cause you may not survive!"

[Chorus]
I'm never gonna drive again,
Now that I'm banged up in prison,
What a fool, I can't defend,
The way I crashed the car.
Should have known better than to smoke that spliff
Then speed off, wasted, with blurred vision,
No I'm never gonna drive again
The way I used to do.

Days seem without end,
Held in a cell, without a fag or a close friend,
Ignorance ain't bliss
With no cannabis,
There's no highs in cold stewed tea,
All you do is pee!

[Chorus]

Tonight those voices seem so loud.
I hate these uncouth convict crowds,
Wish that they would stay away,
The inmates want to get me 'cause they know I'm gay,
Going to the washroom's rough,
When cornered by twelve tattooed toughs,
Dare not even chance to turn my back...
Hey, let go...!

[Chorus]

Hang on, hang on,
Have to hang on,
Oh... ouch! Oh, no,
It all seems so wrong,
Lay some weed on me, I need to get stoned!



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