K-POP Lyrics Song

Andrew Lloyd Webber, Betty BuckleySurrender

No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now
Battlefield is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender

Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end
Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now till I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender

Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway

Get out
OK I'm sorry you lost your friend
Get out of here
Haven't I seen you somewhere before
Or shall I call my servant

Aren't you Norma Desmond You used to be in pictures You used to be big

I am big It's the pictures that got small

Once upon a time not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces

Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine

Hey Don't blame me I'm just a writer
No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now
Battlefield is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender

Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end
Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now till I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender

Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway

Get out
OK I'm sorry you lost your friend
Get out of here
Haven't I seen you somewhere before
Or shall I call my servant

Aren't you Norma Desmond You used to be in pictures You used to be big

I am big It's the pictures that got small

Once upon a time not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces

Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine

Hey Don't blame me I'm just a writer

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