Money / Flying – Badfinger – letras

Money, stole my ladyFools, have a way, of making me crazyMoney, buy you freedomRules, have a way of making me lazyAnd so we grow a little olderWith another tale to tellSo we grow a little colderWith another tale to tellMoney, make you feel unhappyFools, have a way, of making me crazyAnd so we grow a little olderWith another tale to tellSo we grow a little colderWith another tale to tell…Feel like I’m flying, I’m dying to say\ »Want you forever and easy\ »Be where you are, where I want you to stayDon’t you know what I’m saying?Believe meFeel like I’m falling, it’s all I can doLyin’ and dyin’ is lonelyDeeper and darker, no way to forgiveNo way to believe what you told meNo way to believe what you told meWay to believe[guitar solo (Joey Molland)]Kings in their castles wound up in the wineDrinking their confidence dailyWish I could be into that peace of mineWish I could be into crazyWish I could be into crazyWish I could be…