The Beatles-Rubber Soul And Revolver-Match The Answer To The Lyric

The games begin to drag me down

She feels good, she know she's looking fine

Let this be a sermon I mean everything I've said

No sign of love behind the tears

Don't ask me what I want it for, if you don't want to pay some more

Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead. Full speed ahead it is, Sgt. Cut the cable, drop the cable. Aye, Sir, aye. Captain, Captain.

When your prized possessions start to weigh you down

A man must break his back to earn his day of leisure?

Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new

Nobody can deny that there's something there

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy

Love me while you can, before I'm a dead old man

In The Good And The Bad Books That I Have Read

Sont Des Mots Qui Vont Tres Bien Ensemble

Take Your Time, Don't Hurry

When I'm with you I want to stay there

Although Your Mind's Opaque

Take a drink from his special cup

Working For Peanuts Is All Very Fine

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead

Had you come some other day then it might not have been like this

When I was a boy, everything was right

I Told Her I Didn't And Crawled Off To Sleep In The Bath

Did you mean to break my heart and watch me die?

I Wouldn't Mind If I Knew What I Was Missing