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DISCID=0b0f4313
DTITLE=The Clash / London Calling
DYEAR=1979
DGENRE=Punk Rock
TTITLE0=London Calling
TTITLE1=Brand New Cadillac
TTITLE2=Jimmy Jazz
TTITLE3=Hateful
TTITLE4=Rudie Can't Fail
TTITLE5=Spanish Bombs
TTITLE6=The Right Profile
TTITLE7=Lost In The Supermarket
TTITLE8=Clampdown
TTITLE9=The Guns of Brixton
TTITLE10=Wrong 'em Boyo
TTITLE11=Death Or Glory
TTITLE12=Koka Kola
TTITLE13=The Card Cheat
TTITLE14=Lover's Rock
TTITLE15=Four Horsemen
TTITLE16=I'm Not Down
TTITLE17=Revolution Rock
TTITLE18=Train in Vain
EXTD=
EXTT0=London Calling\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nLondon calling to the faraway towns\n
EXTT0=Now that war is declared-and battle come down\nLondon calling to the und
EXTT0=erworld\nCome out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls\nLondon callin
EXTT0=g, now don't look at us\nAll that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
EXTT0=\nLondon calling, see we ain't got no swing\n'Cept for the ring of that 
EXTT0=truncheon thing\n\nCHORUS\nThe ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in\n
EXTT0=Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin\nA nuclear error, but
EXTT0= I have no fear\nLondon is drowning-and I live by the river\n\nLondon ca
EXTT0=lling to the imitation zone\nForget it, brother, an' go it alone\nLondon
EXTT0= calling upon the zombies of death\nQuit holding out-and draw another br
EXTT0=eath\nLondon calling-and I don't wanna shout\nBut when we were talking-I
EXTT0= saw you nodding out\nLondon calling, see we ain't got no highs\nExcept 
EXTT0=for that one with the yellowy eyes\n\nCHORUS\n\nNow get this\nLondon cal
EXTT0=ling, yeah, I was there, too\nAn' you know what they said? Well, some of
EXTT0= it was true!\nLondon calling at the top of the dial\nAfter all this, wo
EXTT0=n't you give me a smile?\n\nI never felt so much a' like
EXTT1=Brand New Cadillac\n(Vince Taylor)\n\nDriiiiiiiive!!!\nDriiiiiiiive!!!\n
EXTT1=\nMy baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac\nYes she did!\nMy baby drove 
EXTT1=up in a brand new Cadillac\nShe said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!"\n"I ain't
EXTT1= never comin' back!"\n\nBaby, baby, won't you hear my plea?\nC'mon, suga
EXTT1=r, just come on back to me\nShe said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy."\nShe ai
EXTT1=n't never coming back!\n\nBaby, baby, won't you hear my plea?\nOh c'mon,
EXTT1= just hear my plea\nShe said, "Balls to you, Daddy."\nShe ain't coming b
EXTT1=ack to me\n\nBaby, baby drove up in a Cadillac\nI said, "Jesus Christ! W
EXTT1=here'd you get that Cadillac?"\nShe said, "Balls to you, Daddy."\nShe ai
EXTT1=n't never coming back!
EXTT2=Jimmy Jazz\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nThe police walked in for Jimmy Jazz\nI s
EXTT2=aid, he ain't here, but he sure went past\nOh, you're looking for Jimmy 
EXTT2=Jazz\n\nSattamassagana for Jimmy Dread\nCut off his ears and chop off hi
EXTT2=s head\nPolice came looking for Jimmy Jazz\n\nSo if you're gonna take a 
EXTT2=message 'cross this town\nMaybe put it down somewhere over the other sid
EXTT2=e\nSee it gets to Jimmy Jazz\n\nDon't you bother me, not anymore\nI can'
EXTT2=t take this tale, oh, no more\nIt's all around, Jimmy Jazz\n\nJ-a-zee ze
EXTT2=e J-a-zed zed\\nJ-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz\nAnd then it sucks, he said, suck
EXTT2= that!\nSo go look all around, you can try your luck, brother\nAnd see w
EXTT2=hat you found\nBut I guarantee that it ain't your day\nChop! Chop!
EXTT3=Hateful\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWell, I got a friend who's a man\nWhat man?
EXTT3=\nThe man who keeps me from the lovely\nHe gives me what I need\nWhat yo
EXTT3=u need? What you got?\nI need it all so badly\n\nCHORUS\nOh, anything I 
EXTT3=want he gives it to me\nAnything I want he gives it, but not for free\nI
EXTT3=t's hateful\nAnd it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere\n\nThis
EXTT3= year I've lost some friends\nSome friends? What friends?\nI dunno, I ai
EXTT3=n't even noticed\n\nYou see, I gotta go out again\nAgain? My friend\nI g
EXTT3=otta see that main man\n\nI killed all my nerves\nMy nerves? What swerve
EXTT3=s?\nAnd I can't drive so steady\n\nI've lost my memory\nMy mind? Behind!
EXTT3=\nI can't see so clearly\n\nCHORUS
EXTT4=Rudie Can't Fail\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSing, Michael, sing-on the route o
EXTT4=f the 19 Bus\nHear them sayin'\nHow you get a rude and a reckless?\nDon'
EXTT4=t you be so crude and a feckless\nYou been drinking brew for breakfast\n
EXTT4=Rudie can't fail\n\nSo we reply\nI know that my life make you nervous\nB
EXTT4=ut I tell you that I can't live in service\nLike the doctor who was born
EXTT4= for a purpose***\nRudie can't fail\n\nI WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE M
EXTT4=Y SOUL\n'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE\nFIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THE
EXTT4=Y PRESS ME TILL I HURT\nWE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL\n\nWe hear them sayin'\n
EXTT4=Now first you must cure your temper\nThen you find a job in the paper\nY
EXTT4=ou need someone for a saviour\nOh, Rudie can't fail\n\nWe reply\nNow we 
EXTT4=get a rude and a reckless\nWe been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless\nWe
EXTT4= been drinking brew for breakfast\nSo Rudie can't fail\n\nOkay!\nSo wher
EXTT4=e you wanna go today?\nHey boss man!\nYou're looking pretty smart\nIn yo
EXTT4=ur chicken skin suit\n\nYou think you're pretty hot\nIn your pork pie ha
EXTT4=t\nBut...Rudie can't fail\nLook out, look out...\nSky juice!...10 cents 
EXTT4=a bottle!\n\n*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO
EXTT5=Spanish Bombs\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSpanish songs in Andalucia\nThe shoot
EXTT5=ing sites in the days of '39\nOh, please, leave the vendanna open\nFredr
EXTT5=ico Lorca is dead and gone\nBullet holes in the cemetery walls\nThe blac
EXTT5=k cars of the Guardia Civil\nSpanish bombs on the Costa Rica\nI'm flying
EXTT5= in a DC 10 tonight\n\nCHORUS\nSpanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito\nYo
EXTT5= te querda, oh mi corazon\nSpanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito\nYo te 
EXTT5=querda, oh mi corazon\n\nSpanish weeks in my disco casino\nThe freedom f
EXTT5=ighters died upon the hill\nThey sang the red flag\nThey wore the black 
EXTT5=one\nBut after they died it was Mockingbird Hill\nBack home the buses we
EXTT5=nt up in flashes\nThe Irish tomb was drenched in blood\nSpanish bombs sh
EXTT5=atter the hotels\nMy senorita's rose was nipped in the bud\n\nCHORUS\n\n
EXTT5=The hillsides ring with "Free the people"\nOr can I hear the echo from t
EXTT5=he days of '39?\nWith trenches full of poets\nThe ragged army, fixin' ba
EXTT5=yonets to fight the other line\nSpanish bombs rock the province\nI'm hea
EXTT5=ring music from another time\nSpanish bombs on the Costa Brava\nI'm flyi
EXTT5=ng in on a DC 10 tonight\nSpanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi c
EXTT5=orazon\nSpanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon
EXTT6=Right Profile, The\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSay, where did I see this guy?\n
EXTT6=In Red River?\nOr a place in the sun?\nMaybe the Misfits?\nOr From Here 
EXTT6=to Eternity?\n\nEverybody say, "Is he all right?"\nAnd everybody say, "W
EXTT6=hat's he like?"\nEverybody say, "He sure look funny."\nThat's...Montgome
EXTT6=ry Clift, honey!\n\nNew York, New York, New York, 42nd Street\nHustlers 
EXTT6=rustle and pimps pimp the beat\nMonty Clift is recognized at dawn\nHe ai
EXTT6=n't got no shoes and his clothes are torn\n\nI see a car smashed at nigh
EXTT6=t\nCut the applause and dim the light\nMonty's face is broken on a wheel
EXTT6=\nIs he alive? Can he still feel?\n\nNembutol numbs it all\nBut I prefer
EXTT6= alcohol\n\nHe said go out and get me my old movie stills\nGo out and ge
EXTT6=t me another roll of pills\nThere I go again shaking, but I ain't got th
EXTT6=e chills\n\nARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!
EXTT7=Lost in the Supermarket\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nCHORUS\nI'm all lost in the
EXTT7= supermarket\nI can no longer shop happily\nI came in here for that spec
EXTT7=ial offer\nA guaranteed personality\n\nI wasn't born so much as I fell o
EXTT7=ut\nNobody seemed to notice me\nWe had a hedge back home in the suburbs\n
EXTT7=Over which I never could see\n\nI heard the people who lived on the ceil
EXTT7=ing\nScream and fight most scarily\nHearing that noise was my first ever
EXTT7= feeling\nThat's how it's been all around me\n\nCHORUS\n\nI'm all tuned 
EXTT7=in, I see all the programmes\nI save coupons from packets of tea\nI've g
EXTT7=ot my giant hit discoteque album\nI empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
EXTT7=\n\nThe kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls\nMake me noises for
EXTT7= company\nLong distance callers make long distance calls\nAnd the silenc
EXTT7=e makes me lonely\n\nCHORUS\n\nAnd it's not hear\nIt disappear\nI'm all 
EXTT7=lost
EXTT8=Clampdown\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWhat are we gonna do now?\nTaking off his
EXTT8= turban, they said, is this man a Jew?\n'Cause they're working for the c
EXTT8=lampdown\nThey put up a poster saying we earn more than you!\nWhen we're
EXTT8= working for the clampdown\nWe will teach our twisted speech\nTo the you
EXTT8=ng believers\nWe will train our blue-eyed men\nTo be young believers\n\n
EXTT8=The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again\nI'm not working 
EXTT8=for the clampdown\nNo man born with a living soul\nCan be working for th
EXTT8=e clampdown\nKick over the wall 'cause government's to fall\nHow can you
EXTT8= refuse it?\nLet fury have the hour, anger can be power\nD'you know that
EXTT8= you can use it?\n\nThe voices in your head are calling\nStop wasting yo
EXTT8=ur time, there's nothing coming\nOnly a fool would think someone could s
EXTT8=ave you\nThe men at the factory are old and cunning\nYou don't owe nothi
EXTT8=ng, so boy get runnin'\nIt's the best years of your life they want to st
EXTT8=eal\n\nYou grow up and you calm down\nYou're working for the clampdown\n
EXTT8=You start wearing the blue and brown\nYou're working for the clampdown\n
EXTT8=So you got someone to boss around\nIt makes you feel big now\nYou drift 
EXTT8=until you brutalize\nYou made your first kill now\n\nIn these days of ev
EXTT8=il presidentes\nWorking for the clampdown\nBut lately one or two has ful
EXTT8=ly paid their due\nFor working for the clampdown\nBut ha! Gitalong! Gita
EXTT8=long!\n\nAnd I've given away no secrets\nWho's barmy now?
EXTT9=Guns of Brixton, The\n(Paul Simonon)\n\nWhen they kick at your front doo
EXTT9=r\\nHow you gonna come?\nWith your hands on your head\nOr on the trigger
EXTT9= of your gun\n\nWhen the law break in\nHow you gonna go?\nShot down on t
EXTT9=he pavement\nOr waiting on death row\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruise
EXTT9= us\nBut you'll have to answer to\nOh, the guns of Brixton\n\nThe money 
EXTT9=feels good\\nAnd your life you like it well\nBut surely your time will c
EXTT9=ome\nAs in heaven, as in hell\n\nYou see, he feels like Ivan\nBorn under
EXTT9= the Brixton sun\nHis game is called survivin'\nAt the end of the harder
EXTT9= they come\n\nYou know it means no mercy\nThey caught him with a gun\nNo
EXTT9= need for the Black Maria\nGoodbye to the Brixton sun\n\nYou can crush u
EXTT9=s\nYou can bruise us\nYes, even shoot us\nBut oh-the guns of Brixton\n\n
EXTT9=When they kick at your front door\nHow you gonna come?\nWith your hands 
EXTT9=on your head\nOr on the trigger of your gun\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can
EXTT9= bruise us\nYes, even shoot us\nBut oh-the guns of Brixton\n\nShot down 
EXTT9=on the pavement\nWaiting in death row\nHis game is called survivin'\nAs 
EXTT9=in heaven as in hell\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruise us\nBut you'll 
EXTT9=have to answer to\nOh, the guns of Brixton
EXTT10=Wrong 'Em Boyo\n(C. Alphanso)\n\nStagger Lee met Billy and they go down
EXTT10= to gambling\nStagger Lee throwed seven\nBilly said that he throwed eig
EXTT10=ht\nSo Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack\nI'm gonna
EXTT10= have to leave my knife in your back\n\nWhy do you try to cheat?\nAnd t
EXTT10=rample people under your feet\nDon't you know it is wrong?\nTo cheat th
EXTT10=e trying man\nSo you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo\n\nYou lie, 
EXTT10=steal, cheat and deceit\nIn such a small, small game\nDon't you know it
EXTT10= is wrong\n\nBilly Boy has been shot\nAnd Stagger Lee's come out on top
EXTT10=\nDon't you know it is wrong\nTo cheat the trying man\nTo cheat Stagger
EXTT10=man\nYou'd better stop\nSo you must start all over again-all over again
EXTT10=\nYou got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play\nAnd
EXTT10= you will find it is the right 'em boyo\n\nBut if you must lie and dece
EXTT10=it\nAnd trample people under your feet\nDon't you know it is wrong\nIt 
EXTT10=is the wrong 'em boyo
EXTT11=Death or Glory\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nEvery cheap hood strikes a bargain 
EXTT11=with the world\nAnd ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl\nLove '
EXTT11=n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands\nThe hands that slap 
EXTT11=his kids around 'cause they don't understand\n\nHow death or glory beco
EXTT11=mes just another story\nHow death or glory becomes just another story\n
EXTT11='N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll\nGrabs the
EXTT11= mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold\nBut i believe in this-and 
EXTT11=it's been tested by research\nThat he who fucks nun will later join the
EXTT11= church\n\nFrom every dingy basement on every dingy street\nI hear ever
EXTT11=y dragging handclap over every dragging beat\nThat's just the beat of t
EXTT11=ime-the beat that must go on\nIf you been trying for years-then we alre
EXTT11=ady heard your song
EXTT12=Koka Kola\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nElevator! Going up!\nIn the gleaming cor
EXTT12=ridors of the 51st floor\nThe money can be made if you really want some
EXTT12= more\nExecutive decision-a clinical precision\nJumping from the window
EXTT12=s-filled with indecision\n\nI get good advice from the advertising worl
EXTT12=d\nTreat me nice says the party girl\nKoke adds life where there isn't 
EXTT12=any\nSo freeze, man, freeze\n\nIt's the pause that refreshes in the cor
EXTT12=ridors of power\nWhen top men need a top up long before the happy hour\n
EXTT12=Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot\nYou won't need a launderet
EXTT12=te, you can send them to the vet!\n\nI get my advice from the advertisi
EXTT12=ng world\nTreat me nice says the party girl\nKoke adds life where there
EXTT12= isn't any\nSo freeze, man, freeze\n\nKoka Kola advertising and kokaine
EXTT12=\nStrolling down the Broadway in the rain\nNeon light sign says it\nI r
EXTT12=ead it in the paper-they're crazy!\nSuit your life, maybe so\nIn the Wh
EXTT12=ite House-I know\nAll Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years)\nAn
EXTT12=d in Manhattan!\n\nComing through the door is a snub nose 44\nWhat the 
EXTT12=barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor\nYour eyeballs feel like
EXTT12= pinballs\nAnd your tongue feels like a fish\nYou're leaping from the w
EXTT12=indows-saying don't\nAyaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*!\nDon't give me none of
EXTT12= this!\n\nI get good advice from the advertising world\nTreat me nice s
EXTT12=ays the party girl\nKoke adds life where there isn't any\nSo freeze, ma
EXTT12=n, freeze\nHit the deck!
EXTT13=Card Cheat, The\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nThere's a solitary man crying, "Ho
EXTT13=ld me."\nIt's only because he's a-lonely\nIf the keeper of time runs sl
EXTT13=owly\nHe won't be alive for long!\n\nIf he only had time to tell of all
EXTT13= of the things he planned\nWith a card up his sleeve, what would he ach
EXTT13=ieve?\nIt means nothing!\n\nTo the opium den and the barroom gin\nIn th
EXTT13=e Belmont chair playing violins\nThe gambler's face cracks into a grin\n
EXTT13=As he lays down the king of spades\n\nBut the dealer just stares\nThere
EXTT13='s something wrong here, he thinks\nThe gambler is seized and forced to
EXTT13= his knees\nAnd shot dead\n\nHe only wanted more time\nAway from the da
EXTT13=rkest door\nBut his luck it gave in\nAs the dawn light crept in\nAnd he
EXTT13= lay on the floor\n\nFrom the Hundred Year War to the Crimea\nWith a la
EXTT13=nce and a musket and a Roman spear\nTo all of the men who have stood wi
EXTT13=th no fear\nIn the service of the King\n\nBefore you met your fate besu
EXTT13=re you\nDid not forsake your lover\nMay not be around anymore
EXTT14=Lover's Rock\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nYeh, you must treat your lover girl r
EXTT14=ight\nIf you wanna make lover's rock\nYou must know a place you can kis
EXTT14=s to make lovers rock\n'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame\nBut 
EXTT14=nobody knows the poor babie's name\nWhen she forgot that thing that she
EXTT14= had to swallow\n\nYou Western man, you're free with your seed\nWhen yo
EXTT14=u make lovers rock\nBut woops! there goes the strength that you need\nT
EXTT14=o make real cool lovers rock\n'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clot
EXTT14=hes\nAnd he can make a lover in a thousand go's\nAn' she don't need tha
EXTT14=t thing that she had to swallow
EXTT15=Four Horsemen\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWell they were given the grapes that
EXTT15= go ripe in the sun\nThat loosen the screws at the back of the tongue\n
EXTT15=But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen\n\nThey were gi
EXTT15=ven all the foods of vanity\nAnd all the instant promises of immortalit
EXTT15=y\nBut they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen\n\nOne was o
EXTT15=ver the edge, one was over the cliff\nOne was lickin' em dry with a blo
EXTT15=ody great spliff\nWhen they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift
EXTT15=\nFrom the horsemen\n\nBut you!\nYou're not searching, are you now?\nYo
EXTT15=u're not looking anyhow\nYou're never gonna ride that lonely mile\nOr p
EXTT15=ut yourself up on trial\nOh, you told me how your life was so bad\nAn' 
EXTT15=I agree that it does seem sad\nBut that's the price that you gotta pay\n
EXTT15=If you're lazing all around all day\nFour horsemen coming right through
EXTT15=\nFour horsemen and they're pissing by you\nThey make you look like you
EXTT15='re wearing a truss\nFour horsemen and it's gonna be us\n\nWell theygav
EXTT15=e useverything for bending the mind\nANd we cleaned out their pockets a
EXTT15=nd we drank 'em blind\nIT's a long way to the finish so don't get left 
EXTT15=behind\nBy those horsemen\n\nAnd they gave us the grapes that went ripe
EXTT15=in the sun\nThat loosen the scews at the back of the tongue\nBut we sti
EXTT15=ll told nothing 'bout what was to come\nFour horsemen
EXTT16=I'm Not Down\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nIf it's true that a rich man leads a 
EXTT16=sad life\nN' that's what they from day to day\nThen what do all the poo
EXTT16=r do with their lives?\nHave nothing to say on judgment day?\n\nI've be
EXTT16=en beat up, I've been thrown\nOut but I'm not down, I'm not down\nI've 
EXTT16=been shown up, but I've grown up\nAnd I'm not down, I'm not down\n\nOn 
EXTT16=my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets\nWhen my nerves wer
EXTT16=e pumping and I\nFought my fear in, I did not run\nI was not done\n\nAn
EXTT16=d I have lived that kind of day\nWhen one of your sorrows will go away\n
EXTT16=It goes down and down and hit the floor\nDown and down and down some mo
EXTT16=re\nDepression\nBut I now there'll be some way\nWhen I can swing everyt
EXTT16=hing back my way\nLike skyscrapers rising up\nFloor by floor, I'm not g
EXTT16=iving up\n\nSo you rock around and think that\nYou're the toughest\nIn 
EXTT16=the world, the whole wide world\nBut you're streets away from where\nIt
EXTT16= gets the roughest\nYou ain't been there
EXTT17=Revolution Rock\n(J. Edwards/D. Ray)\n\nRevolution rock, it is a brand 
EXTT17=new rock\nA bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock\n\nCareful how you
EXTT17= move, Mac, you dig me in me back\nAn' I'm so pilled up that I rattle\n
EXTT17=I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice\nBut I have n
EXTT17=o time to do battle\n\nEverybody smash up your seats and rock to this\n
EXTT17=Brand new beat\nThis here music mash up the nation\nThis here music cau
EXTT17=se a sensation\nTell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all ri
EXTT17=ght\nCan't you feel it? Don't ignore it\nGonna be Arl-right\n\nRevoluti
EXTT17=on rock, I am in a state of shock\nSo bad, bad rock, this here revoluti
EXTT17=on rock\n\nCareful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide\nAnd you
EXTT17= poured your beer in me hat\nWith my good eye on the beat, living on fi
EXTT17=xation street\nAnd I ain't got no time for that
EXTT18=Train in Vain\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSay you stand by your man\nTell me s
EXTT18=omething I don't understand\nYou said you love me and that's a fact\nTh
EXTT18=en you left me, said you felt trapped\n\nWell some things you can expla
EXTT18=in away\nBut my heartache's in me till this day\n\nCHORUS\nDid you stan
EXTT18=d by me\\nNo, not at all\nDid you stand by me\nNo way\n\nAll the times\n
EXTT18=When we were close\nI'll remember these things the most\nI see all my d
EXTT18=reams come tumbling down\nI won't be happy without you around\n\nSo all
EXTT18= alone I keep the wolves at bay\nThere is only one thing that I can say
EXTT18=\n\nCHORUS\n\nYou must explain why this must be\nDid you lie when you s
EXTT18=poke to me\n\nDid you stand by me\nNo, not at all\n\nNow I got a job\nB
EXTT18=ut it don't pay\nI need new clothes\nI need somewhere to stay\nBut with
EXTT18=out all these things I can do\nBut without your love I won't make it th
EXTT18=rough\n\nBut you don't understand my point of view\nI suppose there's n
EXTT18=othing I can do\n\nCHORUS\\n\nYou must explain why this must be\nDid yo
EXTT18=u lie when you spoke to me?\n\nDid you stand by me\nDid you stand by me
EXTT18=\nNo, not at all\nDid you stand by me\nNo way\nDid you stand by me\nNo,
EXTT18= not at all\nDid you stand by me\\nNo way
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