1 Of These Things Aint Like the Other - Comfortabledude

I want to feel like I did back then I didn't see through weary eyes But this world of mine is all that I have And though it's lonely it is mine But it's getting harder to feel the same in time But all these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done I saw the darkness and I knew it well I've studied pain that I can't deny But this heart of mine is all that I have And though it's aching it is mine But it's getting harder to know what is right All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done Never gonna look back Never gonna let you in I only wanted you to know I've always been a stranger in All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done All these things that I've done run on and on On and on All these things that I've done

A cigarette that bears, lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you You came, oh you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me, I knew somehow Oh this had, this had to be The winds of March that make my, my heart a dancer A telephone that rings, but who, who's to answer? And oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you You came, and ah, you saw, you conquered me But when you did that to me, yeah I knew somehow Oh this had, this had to be The winds of March that make my, my heart a dancer A telephone to ring, oh but tell me who's gonna answer? And oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you Woah yeah, these foolish things, these crazy things These foolish things, these crazy things All of these things, and oh remind me of you Oh these foolish things and all of these things

Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set me free? The ties that bound us Are still around us There's no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant A fair ground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you You came you saw you conquer'd me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be The winds of March that make my heart a dancer A telephone that rings but who's to answer? Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you First daffodils and long excited cables And candle lights on little corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The park at evening when the bell has sounded The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it The beauty that is Spring's These foolish things remind me of you How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that Crosby sings These foolish things remind me of you How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you