Get Back to Love Again - 3rd Storee

Mmm, I guess we meet again, my friend It's not so often that you come around Until our track has seen its end I'ma be running, babe Mmm, I spent the whole night driving home Just wishing you would call and tell me To turn around like I ain't done With what I started, babe Finally think of starting with you Can I start with you, oh? How do I get to you again? How do I get to you again? How do I get to you again, babe? How do I get to you again? (Again) Ooh, I heard she never said she'd fall She just had taken something stupid She probably won't expect my call So I ain't making it Knowing that I'm calling to you, oh Can I call to you, yeah? How do I get to you again, babe? How do I get to you again? How do I get to you again, babe? How do I get to you again? (Again) They wanna know how I've been living (good) They're listening to the shit that I have written They say, I knew it had it be, baby Last man to touch the mic, he went missing The only thing I know is what it isn't Didn't think I had it in me baby, yeah They wanna know how I've been living (How do I get to you again?) They're listening to the shit that I have written They say, I knew it had to be, baby (How do I get to you again?) Last man to touch the mic, he went missing (How do I get to you again?) The only thing I know is what it isn't Didn't think I had it in me, baby How do I get to you again, yeah?

J'avais lu les revues,? cout? mes amis. J'? tais convaincu,? a ne pouvait plus durer. La vie vidait ce qu'on nous faisait avaler. J'ai fait comme tout le monde et j'ai quitt? Paris. L?-bas, on m'a pr? sent? les moutons un par un. Entre nous, tu sais,? a n'accrochait pas tr? s bien. J'ai tenu deux mois au r? gime v? g? tarien Et puis je me suis pr? par? un beau matin. Back to the city again: Retremper mes racines dans le goudron, Retrouver le coca et les n? ons, Les filles pleines de sun qui sentent bon. Back to the city again: Respirer le m? tro? plein poumons, Reparler de rien, mais avec le ton, Me gaver de ketchup et de b? ton. A la gare, d? j?, je respirais bien mieux. Je retrouvais les peaux blanches, le rimmel aux yeux, Le bruit, les pubs, la pub, les bombes anti-sueur, Tous ces gens press? s qui ne sont jamais? l'heure, Les coiffeuses et les vendeuses des magasins. Tu te crois? Hollywood en achetant ton pain Et toutes ces super Marylin secr? taires, La ville des lumi? res et des Folies Berg? res. Back to the city again: Retremper mes racines dans le goudron, Retrouver le coca et les n? ons, Les filles pleines de sun qui sentent bon. Back to the city again: Respirer le m? tro? plein poumons, Reparler de rien, mais avec le ton, Me gaver de ketchup et de b? ton. Et les folk-songs back to the roots? la terre, ? A va bien cinq minutes en prenant un verre. Tout le monde chantait et tapait des mains ensemble. Moi, je m'endormais en r? vant de Mick Jagger. Je me suis consid? r? irr? cup? rable, Au retour? l'authentique bien incapable. J'? tais honteux mais mon Dieu que c'? tait bon Quand j'ai rebranch? ma guitare, l'ampli? fond. Back to the city again: Retremper mes racines dans le goudron, Retrouver le coca et les n? ons, Les filles pleines de sun qui sentent bon. Back to the city again: Respirer le m? tro? plein poumons, Reparler de rien, mais avec le ton, Me gaver de ketchup et de b? ton.