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             › Os na wnei di adael nawr 
              › Bohemia bach 
              › Llipryn 
› Diwedd y dydd, diwedd y byd 
› Gyrru drwy y glaw 
› Angharad 
› Disgyn wrth dy draed 
› Lleisiau yn y gwynt 
 
› Addewid gwag 
› Diwrnod marchnad 
› Popeth yn ei le 
› Y Sgwâr 
› Serth 
› Darn o'r un brethyn 
› Byd brau 
› Hwyl fawr, ffarwel 
› Bysedd drwy dy wallt 
 
› Buta efo'r Maffia 
› Jericho 
› Tŷ Bach Twt 
 
› Fyswn i... fysa ti? 
› Subbuteo 
› Allwedd 
› Kings, Queens, Jacks 
› Isel 
› Wedi'r cyfan 
› Tu ôl i'r wên 
› Pioden 
› Seren 
› Paid â mynd i'r nos heb ofyn pam 
 
› Haleliwia 
› Dilyn yr haul 
 
› Yr Arth a'r Lloer 
› Nadolig Ni 
 
› One Way Streets 
› Airmiles & Railroads 
› Stepping Stones 
 
› Home 
› I Need All The Friends I Can Get 
 
› Ara deg 
› Fflam 
› Deffro 
› Gwyn dy fyd 
› Tlws 
› Pentre sydyn 
› Ffilm 
› Weithiau 
› Gwallt y forwyn 
 
› Dôl y Plu 
› Rhywle mae 'na afon 
› Ana 
› Llwybrau 
› Malacara 
› Fan hyn (Aquí) 
› Ffenest  | 
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             The tendency is to drag my feet  
              The wrong way down your one way street  
              Drag my feet  
              One way street  
               
              Loose myself under a hundred things  
              Find my self inside a dusty wing  
              Hundred things  
              Dusty wing  
               
              A thread of gold in the days design  
              Taking stock instead of taking time  
               
              To the rescue  
              To the rescue  
              Like a jewel in a bubble  
              Hope under rubble  
              Raising from burning heat  
              Away from your one way streets  
               
              Rid these cold realms of cruel pollution  
              In her wide arms, divine solutions  
              Cruel pollution  
              Revolution  
               
              Starlight tarnished on a fallen helm  
              Where once was daylight now a rain clad veil  
              Fallen helms  
              Rain clad veils  
               
              A thread of gold in the days design  
              Taking stock instead of taking time  
               
              To the rescue  
              To the rescue  
              Like a jewel in a bubble  
              Hope under rubble  
              Raising from burning heat  
              Away from your one way streets.  |