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The secret's out This is the last time Cast overboard Dragged out to sea All premonitions drowned today In the murky waters Flowing from wounds But we
When wooden horses were in use I would have built one And left it for you Yeah but I wanted to know Yeah I wanted to know How much are you? How much
Oh Fyodor you are the most attractive man Oh Fyodor you are the most attractive man I know your Russian heart is strong and has been bleeding for too
Carry on inside of your heart Under the brine you won't notice the dark Can stone and steel and horses heels Ever explain the way you feel? From Scapa
Welcoming the cool rain in of the astounding dawn Watch the birds hovering over Narrow Moor In deeper lines of deeper sleep, into the Tumuli All the
Who's a little Caesar Taking all the world Who's a little Caesar Breaking all the records Who's a little Caesar Who's a little Caesar Who's a little
Jesus fucking Christ, oh god no! From the moment that you realise Most of this ain't real To the moment that you decide Shall we go out tonight And we
Lately you seem like another language Are you in trouble, are you in trouble again And you know how they say The past is a foreign country How can we
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Do you worry about your health Do you watch it slowly change And when you listen to yourself, Does it feel like somebody else? And did you notice when
Where the ancient oak leaf clusters grew The deaths head hawk moth flew Something wicked this way comes The swallow is depicted there along your fuselage
Since I found out that all of this Is nothing more than emptiness Filled with impermanence A guided tour of your deepest fears Designed to help your
The falling down of the simplest truths Is it that hard to imagine All it takes is a little button To change everything to dust Madness! Spoonfed
Close to oblivion I was Endeavoured to make a change This legacy of broken faith On which I've to build my world What a glorious fuck is it In which
Well, me and my buddies are goin' to a party tonight And we don't care if we ain't got no invite We don't care if our face don't fit Gonna grab a little
A l?auberge du chaland qui passe, il boit du cafe tasse sur tasse Il a des yeux couleur de canal, c?est pas banal On sait pas depuis combien de temps