Folks Like Me Lyrics
| Song | Folks Like Me |
| Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
| Album | Butch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bozulich | |
| Don't cry when I say goodbye love | |
| My hearts want to remain what I've become | |
| But I feel your little hands a-tremblin' | |
| Cuz you know the love we shared is nearly done | |
| And I'm goin' back to the place where... | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| My people won't forget me | |
| They'll kill me if I try to fight | |
| There's just no word for this where I come from | |
| I was a trusted servant a noble scientist | |
| But now a fugitive lover's what I've become | |
| And I'm goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| I told you from the start that I was not what I appeared | |
| But one look in your eyes and I loved you | |
| My plans were corrupted by your sweet finger tips | |
| And I was never meant to fall in love | |
| My work here was simple till I met you | |
| I should've gone back a long time ago | |
| This body's gettin' old and you know | |
| I'll die in the cold winter sun | |
| I'm goin' back to the place | |
| My old life and my old face | |
| I'm goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| Your lord knows I don't want to leave here | |
| I'd like to stay in this little house and provide for you | |
| And if I knew I'd only be risking my own life | |
| I'd stay until they came and struck me dead | |
| But I couldn't stand to see them hurt a hair on your sweet head | |
| So goodbye to laughter and kisses | |
| Goodbye to your belly and your tongue | |
| Back home I'll soon forget just what bliss is | |
| And it don't seem fair... | |
| But I'm goin' back to the place | |
| Back to my own race | |
| You won't have to live life on the run | |
| I'm goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from |
| zuo qu : Bozulich | |
| Don' t cry when I say goodbye love | |
| My hearts want to remain what I' ve become | |
| But I feel your little hands atremblin' | |
| Cuz you know the love we shared is nearly done | |
| And I' m goin' back to the place where... | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| My people won' t forget me | |
| They' ll kill me if I try to fight | |
| There' s just no word for this where I come from | |
| I was a trusted servant a noble scientist | |
| But now a fugitive lover' s what I' ve become | |
| And I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| I told you from the start that I was not what I appeared | |
| But one look in your eyes and I loved you | |
| My plans were corrupted by your sweet finger tips | |
| And I was never meant to fall in love | |
| My work here was simple till I met you | |
| I should' ve gone back a long time ago | |
| This body' s gettin' old and you know | |
| I' ll die in the cold winter sun | |
| I' m goin' back to the place | |
| My old life and my old face | |
| I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| Your lord knows I don' t want to leave here | |
| I' d like to stay in this little house and provide for you | |
| And if I knew I' d only be risking my own life | |
| I' d stay until they came and struck me dead | |
| But I couldn' t stand to see them hurt a hair on your sweet head | |
| So goodbye to laughter and kisses | |
| Goodbye to your belly and your tongue | |
| Back home I' ll soon forget just what bliss is | |
| And it don' t seem fair... | |
| But I' m goin' back to the place | |
| Back to my own race | |
| You won' t have to live life on the run | |
| I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from |
| zuò qǔ : Bozulich | |
| Don' t cry when I say goodbye love | |
| My hearts want to remain what I' ve become | |
| But I feel your little hands atremblin' | |
| Cuz you know the love we shared is nearly done | |
| And I' m goin' back to the place where... | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| My people won' t forget me | |
| They' ll kill me if I try to fight | |
| There' s just no word for this where I come from | |
| I was a trusted servant a noble scientist | |
| But now a fugitive lover' s what I' ve become | |
| And I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| I told you from the start that I was not what I appeared | |
| But one look in your eyes and I loved you | |
| My plans were corrupted by your sweet finger tips | |
| And I was never meant to fall in love | |
| My work here was simple till I met you | |
| I should' ve gone back a long time ago | |
| This body' s gettin' old and you know | |
| I' ll die in the cold winter sun | |
| I' m goin' back to the place | |
| My old life and my old face | |
| I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from | |
| Your lord knows I don' t want to leave here | |
| I' d like to stay in this little house and provide for you | |
| And if I knew I' d only be risking my own life | |
| I' d stay until they came and struck me dead | |
| But I couldn' t stand to see them hurt a hair on your sweet head | |
| So goodbye to laughter and kisses | |
| Goodbye to your belly and your tongue | |
| Back home I' ll soon forget just what bliss is | |
| And it don' t seem fair... | |
| But I' m goin' back to the place | |
| Back to my own race | |
| You won' t have to live life on the run | |
| I' m goin' back to the place where | |
| Folks like me are from |
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