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Songtexte: The Yards. Alright.

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Don't worry 'bout me baby
There ain't no more cliffs for me to climb
The troubled times are fading
And everything is going to work out right
When life is not the greatest
nothings going to go our way all the time
Well I can be the strangest thing you'll see
But soon i'll be alright

Alright Alright
Alright
Alright

Don't worry 'bout it baby
Nothing's going to dissapear tonight
Don't worry 'bout it baby
Cos everything is going to be alright

Alright Alright
Alright
Alright

Well all I wanna say
What did you want to say
I wanna take you back for more
Take you back to the ocean shore
I wanna make it up to you
Make it right make it all come true

Alright Alright
Alright
Alright

Don't worry 'bout me baby
There ain't no more cliffs for me to climb
The troubled times are fading
And everything is going to work out right
When life is not the greatest
nothings going to go our way all the time
Well I can be the strangest thing you'll see
But soon i'll be alright

Alright Alright
Alright
Alright