FEEL LIKE SCREAMING (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice) While you were out... The message says You left a number and I tried to call your name But they wrote it down In a perfect Spanish scrawl, In a perfect Spanish scrawl. Yet again I'm missing you. King size bed in a hotel someplace I hear your name, I see your face. I see your face. The back street dolls and the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl. Heaven wouldn't be so high I know If the times gone by hadn't been so low. The best laid plans come apart at the seams And shatter all my dreams. Sometimes I feel like screaming... Close my eyes it's times like this My head goes down And the only thing I know Is the name of this town, Name of this town. Yet again I'm missing you Won't be long I'm coming home Until that distant time I'll be moving on. I'll be moving on.
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