Song | Go It Alone |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Leather Jackets |
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Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
It's so hard to say goodbye | |
When there's nothing left to give | |
When this house is just a hill of bones | |
Where you and I once lived | |
If we put it back together | |
By the skin of our teeth | |
You'd still pull it all apart | |
Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
And I'll go it alone | |
Call this house my home | |
Build it up again with someone new | |
Build it brick by brick | |
Till I find a girl that fits | |
This home's a whole lot better without you | |
There's no passion alive | |
When you count your phony schemes | |
And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
They don't ever come back clean | |
If the cards on the table | |
Always turn up spades | |
The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
The spades you play just dug my grave |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
It' s so hard to say goodbye | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
When this house is just a hill of bones | |
Where you and I once lived | |
If we put it back together | |
By the skin of our teeth | |
You' d still pull it all apart | |
Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
And I' ll go it alone | |
Call this house my home | |
Build it up again with someone new | |
Build it brick by brick | |
Till I find a girl that fits | |
This home' s a whole lot better without you | |
There' s no passion alive | |
When you count your phony schemes | |
And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
They don' t ever come back clean | |
If the cards on the table | |
Always turn up spades | |
The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
The spades you play just dug my grave |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
It' s so hard to say goodbye | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
When this house is just a hill of bones | |
Where you and I once lived | |
If we put it back together | |
By the skin of our teeth | |
You' d still pull it all apart | |
Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
And I' ll go it alone | |
Call this house my home | |
Build it up again with someone new | |
Build it brick by brick | |
Till I find a girl that fits | |
This home' s a whole lot better without you | |
There' s no passion alive | |
When you count your phony schemes | |
And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
They don' t ever come back clean | |
If the cards on the table | |
Always turn up spades | |
The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
The spades you play just dug my grave |