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Sam Sparro - My Songs - Black & Gold
My Songs
Disc 1
01. Black & Gold
02. Warwick Avenue
03. Sweet About Me
04. Chasing Cars
05. America
06. Over My Head (Cable Car)
07. Love Is a Losing Game
08. Falling Out of Reach
09. This Is the Life
10. Stop and Stare
11. You Give Me Something
12. You Do Something to Me
13. It Means Nothing
14. Whistle for the Choir
15. High and Dry
16. Weather to Fly
17. Bang on the Piano
18. Les Fleur
19. Angelica
20. Heartbeats
21. La Ritournelle (Mr Dan’s Magic Wand mix)
Disc 2
01. Sweetest Thing
02. High
03. Sewn
04. So Sublime
05. Apologize
06. Patience
07. Who’s That Girl?
08. Bedshaped
09. I Don’t Want to Talk About It
10. Englishman in New York
11. Say What You Want
12. Linger
13. Writing to Reach You
14. She’s the One
15. Strange and Beautiful (I’ll Put a Spell on You)
16. Foundations
17. Digging My Heels In
18. A Little Time
19. Marlene on the Wall
20. Little Fluffy Clouds
If the fish swam out of the ocean
And grew legs and they started walking
And the apes climbed down from the trees
And grew tall and they started talking
And the stars fell out of the sky
And my tears rolled into the ocean
And now I'm looking for a reason why
You even set my world into motion

'Cause if you're not really here
Then the stars don't even matter
Now I'm filled to the top with fear
That it's all just a bunch of matter
'Cause if you're not really here
Then I don't wanna be either
I wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold

I look up into the night sky
I see a thousand eyes staring back
And all around these golden beacons
I see nothing but black
I feel the weight of something beyond them
I don't see what I can feel
If vision is the only validation
Then most of my life isn't real

'Cause if you're not really here
Then the stars don't even matter
Now I'm filled to the top with fear
That it's all just a bunch of matter
'Cause if you're not really there
Then I don't wanna be either
I wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
I wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold

Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold (oh)

'Cause if you're not really here
Then the stars don't even matter
Now I'm filled to the top with fear
That it's all just a bunch of matter
'Cause if you're not really here
I don't wanna be either
I wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold

Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
Black and gold, black and gold