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Yes I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will we always be happy go lucky ?&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you ? Yes I love you&lt;br /&gt;But it's easy come, and it's easy go&lt;br /&gt;All this talking is only bravado yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tinseltown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh men and women&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh men and women&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you ? Yes I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will we always be happy go lucky ?&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you ? Yes I love you&lt;br /&gt;But it's easy come, and it's easy go&lt;br /&gt;All this talking, talking is only bravado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tinseltown is in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-7958805838947585328?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/w7SmKDs7QQg/blue-nile-tinseltown-in-rain-video-clip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue-nile-tinseltown-in-rain-video-clip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-6966518525065940799</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T23:47:57.334+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>OMD - Enola Gay</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/3c3deaab9dfebf34128501d58e814c4e"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/3c3deaab9dfebf34128501d58e814c4e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enola gay, you should have stayed at home yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Aha words cant describe the feeling and the way you lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These games you play, theyre gonna end it more than tears someday&lt;br /&gt;Aha enola gay, it shouldnt ever have to end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:15, and thats the time that its always been&lt;br /&gt;We got your message on the radio, conditions normal and youre coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enola gay, is mother proud of little boy today&lt;br /&gt;Aha this kiss you give, its never ever gonna fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enola gay, it shouldnt ever have to end this way&lt;br /&gt;Aha enola gay, it shouldnt fade in our dreams away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:15, and thats the time that its always been&lt;br /&gt;We got your message on the radio, conditions normal and youre coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enola gay, is mother proud of little boy today&lt;br /&gt;Aha this kiss you give, its never ever gonna fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-6966518525065940799?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/oo8y2zKyzuA/omd-enola-gay-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/omd-enola-gay-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-7837850685820864782</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T17:39:18.233+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">K</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>Korgis - 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Such A Shame</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/12ab03533fed95b0adfce27e3c11562f"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/12ab03533fed95b0adfce27e3c11562f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame to believe in escape&lt;br /&gt;'A life on every face'&lt;br /&gt;And that's a change&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm finally left with an eight&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to relax, I just stare&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know if I should change&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we share&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dice decide my fate&lt;br /&gt;And that's a shame&lt;br /&gt;In these trembling hands my faith&lt;br /&gt;Tells me to react, 'I don't care'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's unkind that I should change&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we share&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to relax, I just stare&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know if I should change&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we share&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Write it across my name&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-3011592463816062748?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/wtqlLlRFec4/talk-talk-such-shame-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/talk-talk-such-shame-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-4288942192962755944</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T17:44:38.954+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B</category><title>The Bangles - 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Don't You Want Me</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/1657045e8974792879fa552675b39997"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/1657045e8974792879fa552675b39997" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar&lt;br /&gt;When I met you&lt;br /&gt;I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around&lt;br /&gt;Turned you into someone new&lt;br /&gt;Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Success has been so easy for you&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now&lt;br /&gt;And I can put you back down too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't you want me?&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't you want me?&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;It's much too late to find&lt;br /&gt;You think you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar&lt;br /&gt;That much is true&lt;br /&gt;But even then I knew I'd find a much better place&lt;br /&gt;Either with or without you&lt;br /&gt;The five years we have had have been such good times&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just what I must do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't you want me?&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't you want me?&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;It's much too late to find&lt;br /&gt;You think you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-1765983697974813760?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/ayYQVeW5NrQ/human-league-dont-you-want-me-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-league-dont-you-want-me-video.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-4629835987142361069</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T17:58:50.216+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1987</category><title>Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/e72f31e1cec06713536f8569e2bcbf1c"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/e72f31e1cec06713536f8569e2bcbf1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were no strangers to love&lt;br /&gt;You know the rules and so do i&lt;br /&gt;A full commitments what Im thinking of&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt get this from any other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you how Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve know each other for so long&lt;br /&gt;Your hearts been aching&lt;br /&gt;But youre too shy to say it&lt;br /&gt;Inside we both know whats been going on&lt;br /&gt;We know the game and were gonna play it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me how Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me youre too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you up. give you up&lt;br /&gt;Give you up, give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give, give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give, five you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you how Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna run around and desert you&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-4629835987142361069?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/P9K7MZi0jn0/rick-astley-never-gonna-give-you-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/rick-astley-never-gonna-give-you-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-6555374930834704020</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T18:00:36.648+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>Blondie - Call Me</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/f8033b98f291712687996df1f8dcb67e"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/f8033b98f291712687996df1f8dcb67e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your colour, baby&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your car&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your colour, darling&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Come up off your colour chart&lt;br /&gt;I know where you're comin' from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) my love&lt;br /&gt;You can call me any day or night&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with kisses, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with love&lt;br /&gt;Roll me in designer sheets&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Emotions come, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Cover up love's alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) oh love&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready we can share the wine&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, he speaks the languages of love&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, amore, chiamami, chiamami&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) my love&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me for some overtime&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) my love&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me in a sweet design&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me), call me for your lover's lover's alibi&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, call me, oo-hoo-hah&lt;br /&gt;Call me (call me) my love&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-6555374930834704020?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/CNbZUWjD6ek/blondie-call-me-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/blondie-call-me-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-5903718222299194315</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T18:02:27.863+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Samantha Fox - Touch Me</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/c96ebe8dfb23258334866994b066da62"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/c96ebe8dfb23258334866994b066da62" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon in the city&lt;br /&gt;And the night was young&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry for love&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hunting you down&lt;br /&gt;And I was the bait&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you there&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to hesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night&lt;br /&gt;This is the night&lt;br /&gt;This is the time we’ve got to get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick as a flash you disappeared into the night&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you boy? &lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I treat you right? &lt;br /&gt;You made me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m alone &amp; you’re with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night, yeah&lt;br /&gt;This is the night&lt;br /&gt;This is the time we’ve got to get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold emotions confusing my brain&lt;br /&gt;I could not decide between pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;Like a tramp in the night&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you&lt;br /&gt;To treat my body like you wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it’s begging for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;’cos I want your body all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, touch me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your body&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;(this is the night)&lt;br /&gt;’cos I want your body all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-5903718222299194315?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/ToFIXr3-g1Q/samantha-fox-touch-me-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/samantha-fox-touch-me-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-5439693727914523956</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T00:03:11.656+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">K</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><title>Kim Wilde - Kids in America</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/b33d0c7bc359fb8f648cd45a371340e9"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/b33d0c7bc359fb8f648cd45a371340e9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out a dirty old window&lt;br /&gt;Down below the cars in the&lt;br /&gt;City go rushing by&lt;br /&gt;I sit here alone&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and everyones moving&lt;br /&gt;I can fell the heat&lt;br /&gt;But its shooting&lt;br /&gt;Heading down&lt;br /&gt;I search for the beat in this dirty town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down town the young ones are going&lt;br /&gt;Down town the young ones are growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live for the music-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights the music gets faster&lt;br /&gt;Look boy, dont check on your watch&lt;br /&gt;Not another glance&lt;br /&gt;Im not leaving now, honey not a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot-shot, give me no problems&lt;br /&gt;Much later baby youll be saying never mind&lt;br /&gt;You know life is cruel, life is never kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind hearts dont make a new story&lt;br /&gt;Kind hearts dont grab any glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live for the music-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer, honey thats better&lt;br /&gt;Got to get a brand new experience&lt;br /&gt;Feeling right&lt;br /&gt;Oh dont try to stop baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a new day is dawning&lt;br /&gt;Outside sububias sprawling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go baby&lt;br /&gt;New york to east california&lt;br /&gt;Theres a new wave coming I warn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live for the music-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids&lt;br /&gt;Were the kids in america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-5439693727914523956?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/AGA734KUa90/kim-wilde-kids-in-america-video-clip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/07/kim-wilde-kids-in-america-video-clip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-7131685439627537128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T00:04:37.654+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">H</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1987</category><title>The Housemartins - 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Uptown Girl</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT width="470" height="353"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/232a3082208e82d80b8b529c4859c037"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/232a3082208e82d80b8b529c4859c037" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="470" height="353" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 470px;height: 353px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;She's been living in her uptown world&lt;br /&gt;I bet she never had an back street guy&lt;br /&gt;I bet her mama never told her why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try for an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;She's been living in her white bread world&lt;br /&gt;As long as anyone with hot blood can&lt;br /&gt;And now she's looking for a downtown man&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she knows what&lt;br /&gt;She wants from her time&lt;br /&gt;And when she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;And makes up her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll see I'm not so tough&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;You know I've seen her in her uptown world&lt;br /&gt;She's getting tired of her high class toys&lt;br /&gt;And all her presents from her uptown boys&lt;br /&gt;She's got a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't afford to buy her pearls&lt;br /&gt;But maybe someday when my ship comes in&lt;br /&gt;She'll understand what kind of guy I've been&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she's walking&lt;br /&gt;She's looking so fine&lt;br /&gt;And when she's talking&lt;br /&gt;She'll say that she's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll say I'm not so tough&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;She's been living in her white bread world&lt;br /&gt;As long as anyone with hot blood can&lt;br /&gt;And now she's looking for a downtown man&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;She's my uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't You know I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't You know I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;My uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't You know I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;My uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;she's an uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-6039138943069369105?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/U_QKHzB0g1w/billy-joel-uptown-girl-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/billy-joel-uptown-girl-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-8701688022704489251</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T03:43:48.005+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">J</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1987</category><title>Bill Medley &amp; Jennifer Warnes - Time Of My Life - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;OBJECT width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;PARAM name="movie" value="http://video.rutube.ru/3d549b0f285e33d5efae1a813a5939f2"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;PARAM name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://video.rutube.ru/3d549b0f285e33d5efae1a813a5939f2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="425" height="355" allowFullScreen="true" &gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally found someone&lt;br /&gt;To stand by me&lt;br /&gt;We saw the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;As we felt this magical&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with passion in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we could disguise it&lt;br /&gt;Secretly&lt;br /&gt;So we take each other's hand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;The urgency&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;This could be love because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my body and soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;So we'll just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to lose control, no&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you say, "Stay with me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;This could be love because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've searched though every open door&lt;br /&gt;Till I found the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SOLO]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;No I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Yes I swear it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Couse I've had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've searched though every open door&lt;br /&gt;Till I found the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-8701688022704489251?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/e61OdKYpGHE/bill-medley-jennifer-warnes-time-of-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/bill-medley-jennifer-warnes-time-of-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-62472967420402183</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T17:33:07.035+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1984</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">F</category><title>Frankie Goes To Hollywood - The Power Of Love - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShN8UIk5-mw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShN8UIk5-mw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from the hooded claw&lt;br /&gt;Keep the vampires from your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like fire&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are like angels&lt;br /&gt;They keep bad at bay-bad at bay&lt;br /&gt;Love is the light&lt;br /&gt;Scaring darkness away-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]-The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my soul&lt;br /&gt;Flame on burn desire&lt;br /&gt;Love with tongues of fire&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from the hooded claw&lt;br /&gt;Keep the vampires from your door&lt;br /&gt;When the chips are down I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;With my undying, death-defying&lt;br /&gt;Love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy will hurt itself&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling love, flowers&lt;br /&gt;And pearls and pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an energy&lt;br /&gt;Rushin' rushin' inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we go sublime&lt;br /&gt;Lovers entwine-divine divine&lt;br /&gt;Love is danger, love is pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Love is pure-the only treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my soul&lt;br /&gt;The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above&lt;br /&gt;A sky-scraping dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame on burn desire&lt;br /&gt;Love with tongues of fire&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from the hooded claw&lt;br /&gt;Keep the vampires from your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-62472967420402183?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/vgSlOC3VHkY/frankie-goes-to-hollywood-power-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/frankie-goes-to-hollywood-power-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-8579854134184198658</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T17:26:02.841+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Soft Cell - Tainted Love - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRxI22zuLFs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRxI22zuLFs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Run away I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;From the pain that you drive into the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;The love we share&lt;br /&gt;Seems to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my light&lt;br /&gt;For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Oh...tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Run away I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want IT any more from me&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;You need someone to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And you'LL think love is to pray&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry I don't pray that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Oh...tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me please&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the way you tease&lt;br /&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to pack my things and go&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love, tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love, tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-8579854134184198658?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/dlU8__j4ZCQ/soft-cell-tainted-love-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/soft-cell-tainted-love-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-7657538884698318236</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T17:10:55.419+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><title>Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bhg8D8MVYxQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bhg8D8MVYxQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you baby, I go out of my head&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do to me and everything you said&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slip and slide as we fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk together, we're walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you I know we have to meet&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hotter, it's a burning love&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it rains, you're shining down for me&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rainbow, you know you set me free&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an angel and you give me your love&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-7657538884698318236?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/PwBZcWqyYmQ/depeche-mode-just-cant-get-enough-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/depeche-mode-just-cant-get-enough-video.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-8501258878047428934</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:53:56.589+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">J</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1987</category><title>John Farnham - You're The Voice - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99P7TTvpO1g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99P7TTvpO1g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have&lt;br /&gt;The chance to turn the pages over&lt;br /&gt;We can write what we want to write&lt;br /&gt;We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's daughter&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's son&lt;br /&gt;How long can we look at each other&lt;br /&gt;Down the barrel of a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice, try and understand it&lt;br /&gt;Make a noise and make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna live with fear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;We know we all can stand together&lt;br /&gt;With the power to be powerful&lt;br /&gt;Believing, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's daughter&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's son&lt;br /&gt;How long can we look at each other&lt;br /&gt;Down the barrel of a gun?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice, try and understand it&lt;br /&gt;Make a noise and make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna live with fear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's daughter&lt;br /&gt;We're all someone's son&lt;br /&gt;How long can we look at each other&lt;br /&gt;Down the barrel of a gun?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice, try and understand it&lt;br /&gt;Make a noise and make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna live with fear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice, try and understaaaand iiiittt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-oa&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna liiiive wiiiith&lt;br /&gt;Fear-ear-ear-ear!&lt;br /&gt;... Whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice, try and understand it&lt;br /&gt;Make a noise and make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-8501258878047428934?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/P6LflIdlYWo/john-farnham-youre-voice-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/john-farnham-youre-voice-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-5995449904195336612</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:32:12.339+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Y</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1988</category><title>Yazz - The Only Way Is Up - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55CW4LkG0QA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55CW4LkG0QA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been broken down&lt;br /&gt;to the lowest turn&lt;br /&gt;Bein' on the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;sure aint no fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we should be evicted&lt;br /&gt;huh, from our homes,&lt;br /&gt;we’ll just move somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;and still carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, aah, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) ooh oooh aah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we may not know, huh,&lt;br /&gt;where our next meal is coming from,&lt;br /&gt;but with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face what is to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah,&lt;br /&gt;Boy I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, for loving me this way&lt;br /&gt;Things may be a little hard now&lt;br /&gt;but we’ll find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) won’t be long,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;oooo ooh ooooooooh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the only way&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) hold on&lt;br /&gt;(hold on) won’t be long,&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now&lt;br /&gt;The only way is up, baby&lt;br /&gt;for you and me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-5995449904195336612?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/Kd0iIaSKvMQ/yazz-only-way-is-up-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/yazz-only-way-is-up-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-3983868939653988168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:26:36.086+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">M</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1989</category><title>Madonna - Like A Prayer - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gKMHtcZ7dAQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gKMHtcZ7dAQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone&lt;br /&gt;I hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name its like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;Im down on my knees, I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour I can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, its like an angel sighing&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice, I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Feels like flying&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, oh God I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sky, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name its like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;Im down on my knees, I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour I can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child you whisper softly to me&lt;br /&gt;Youre in control just like a child&lt;br /&gt;Now Im dancing&lt;br /&gt;Its like a dream, no end and no beginning&lt;br /&gt;Youre here with me, its like a dream&lt;br /&gt;Let the choir sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name its like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;Im down on my knees, I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour I can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there&lt;br /&gt;Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Just like a dream, you are not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, Ill take you there&lt;br /&gt;Its like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-3983868939653988168?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/vUYe9mhPbQ8/madonna-like-prayer-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/madonna-like-prayer-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-6542620004795028162</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:20:09.292+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">H</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1983</category><title>Hall &amp; Oates - Maneater - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ap-OO0xqTe4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ap-OO0xqTe4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell only come out at night&lt;br /&gt;The lean and hungry type&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is new, Ive seen her here before&lt;br /&gt;Watching and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Shes sitting with you but her eyes are on the door&lt;br /&gt;So many have paid to see&lt;br /&gt;What you think youre getting for free&lt;br /&gt;The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar&lt;br /&gt;Moneys the matter&lt;br /&gt;If youre in it for love you aint gonna get too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Watch out boy shell chew you up&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Shes a maneater&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Watch out boy shell chew you up&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Shes a maneater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt if I were you&lt;br /&gt;I know what she can do&lt;br /&gt;Shes deadly man, and she could really rip your world apart&lt;br /&gt;Mind over matter&lt;br /&gt;The beauty is there but a beast is in the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Watch out boy shell chew you up&lt;br /&gt;Oh here she comes&lt;br /&gt;Shes a maneater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-6542620004795028162?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/yx4O9TSnYFk/hall-oates-maneater-video-clip-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/hall-oates-maneater-video-clip-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-603454934675966725</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:14:32.477+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>Spargo - You And Me - Video Clip and Lyrics</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORekghhIG9s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORekghhIG9s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="border: 2px solid black;padding: -5px;width: 425px;height: 350px;background-color: #FFFFFF;overflow:scroll;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't see you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' so much better&lt;br /&gt;(Ooohooohooohooo)&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to forget her&lt;br /&gt;(Ooohooohooohooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;We're not good for each other&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Can't play mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be free&lt;br /&gt;When you're sayin': "What's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We just cannot be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't see you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' that I miss him (I knew you'd gonna miss me)&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can be with me, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will see&lt;br /&gt;You got to show your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Give your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;We'll love each other with devotion, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I see (Now you see)&lt;br /&gt;We are birds of feather&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We just got to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't see you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a four leaf clover soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now we see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Can play mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now we see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Can you play mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now we see&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;Ooohooohooo, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Can play mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, now we see&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you and me, now&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, now we see, now&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again, yeaheah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad, I'm so mad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad about you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you all my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad, I'm so mad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad about you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see&lt;br /&gt;To-together&lt;br /&gt;Now we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609081496825493846-603454934675966725?l=nostalgyclips.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NostalgyClips/~3/uuMwWDvvWxE/spargo-you-and-me-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pedro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nostalgyclips.blogspot.com/2008/06/spargo-you-and-me-video-clip-and-lyrics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609081496825493846.post-8122354943427193601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T16:03:00.771+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1985</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">E</category><title>Eurythmics - 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