What more you can ask for? A stellar cast, a morally engaging plot, the only movie that can make me cry and nusrat fateh ali khan headlines the credits above anyone else. Classic. (Though I bet 3/4 of the television public is engaged in witnessing the snog fest-lame-excuse-deceiving-ooo I'm a good guy but pity me cos i don't noe which of these girls i deserve to be while I'm romping on them but the viewing public still won't accuse me I'm a cheat because I'm good-looking, rich and I'm on tv-The Bachelor while this show is being screened, repeat telecast or not.)
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Bruce Springsteen - Dead Man Walking
There's a pale horse comin'
And I'm gonna ride it
I'll rise in the morning
With my fate beside it
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking
In Saint james Parish
I was born and Christened
How I've got my story
Well Mister, there ain't no need
for you to listen
It's just a dead man talkin'
I had a job, I had a girl
But between our dreams
and action lie this world
Well, in the deep forest
Theur blood and tears rushed over me
All I could feel was the drugs
and the shotgun
And my fear up inbside me
Like a dead man talkin'
Beneath the summer sky
my eyes went black
Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness,
my sins are all I have
Tonight the clouds above my prison
Move slowly 'cross the sky
There is a new day comin'
And my dreams are full tonight
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