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I Need You
03:48
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I met you in a village cafe
you had a bowler hat and a polka-dot shirt
I was fumbling with a stubborn song
you flashed your dazzling smile
they say happiness ain't sustainable
but I think you and I can prove them wrong
I got kitschy art dreams
come and dream them with me
I need you
honey
you're one of the loves, of one of my lives
I've got a serious coat, but I'm a fool
I could hobnob with the best of them
come and hobnob with me
we kissed on the platform beneath broken lights
with blood on the walls, a bum on the side
and i ain't one to romanticize
it's a found memory
I need you
honey
walking the bridge, stuck in the middle
a million degrees, you had a bad temper
said you wanted to leave, I said, "no,
honey, please don't go..."
I need you
honey
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She Loves You (Cover)
02:28
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I'm Not from this Town
02:31
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I saw you outside the restaurant
you were acting very nonchalant
I said, "I am here all alone."
You said, "I'm not from the town you are from."
But I can see you on my arm
you lowered your eyes to the ground
I said "I could show you around"
you said, "I'm not from this town."
What was I to do?
I gave myself away
You were in a foul mood
but it was the day for me
you had an owl stare, raven hair
and it was the day for me
I saw you outside of the restaurant
you were acting very nonchalant
I said, "I am here all alone."
You said, "I'm not from the town you are from."
But I can see you on my arm
you lowered your eyes to the ground
I said "I could show you around"
you said, "I'm not from this town."
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Lyrics and Melody by Imran Ahmed
It's not one lie, if I were born one hundred times
I would fall in love with you each and every life
and when we kiss, beneath bed sheets
I'm dancing on the edge of a faint
and when I spend my day with you, it's what I want to do
and when I spend my night with you, it's what I want to do
at the ridiculous parties, your hair wound carelessly
all the pretty people chit-chat, I taste your apricot shoulder-blades
and at our Sunday match, racket twirling in your hands
with focus you toss the flannel-fluffed tennis ball
and when I spend my day with you, it's what I want to do
and when I spend my night with you, it's what I want to do
the brass trumpets search for love
in the crowded alleys, between Brooklyn streets
but me, I spend my day with you, it's what I want to do
and when I spend my night with you, it's what I want to do
you know me
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Imran Ahmed Brooklyn, New York
Greenpoint.
The Deli magazine compared Imran Ahmed's music to Serge Gainsbourg and added that the music "compliments hammocks rocking sexily in exotic locations."
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