No Taylor, No Scar Lyrics & Tabs by Norwegian Recycling
No Taylor, No Scar
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[The Fugees]
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet
[Jack Johnson]
They say Taylor was a good girl
Never one to be late
Complain express ideas in her brain
[The Fugees]
But everything's gonna be alright (x2)
[Jack Johnson]
Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her
Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her
If you want to park here
[The Fugees]
But everything's gonna be alright (x2)
Good friends we had,
Good friends we've lost along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past,
So dry your tears, I say
And to my peeps who passed away
[Jack Johnson]
Well, she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend that
Well she's somewhere else
So far and clear
About 2, 000 miles from here
[Missy Higgins]
He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note that says "Use these down to your bones"
And before I knew, I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him,
I thought, "This one knows better than I do"
[Jack Johnson]
Well, Mommy's little dancer's
Quite a little secret
Working on the streets now
Never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition
And now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened
To the words they said
[Missy Higgins]
So the next one came with a bag of treats she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea and she told me, "Don't trust them trust me."
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one looked at my insides clicking her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone"
[Jack Johnson]
Well she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend that
Well she's somewhere else
So far and clear
About 2, 000 miles from here
[Colin Hay]
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
"I come from a land down under
(JJ: unaffected by...)
Where beer does flow and men chunder
(JJ: Well, she'll pretend it)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(JJ: So far and clear)
You better run, you better take cover."
(JJ: About 2, 000 miles from here) (x2)
