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Song Repeat (UK) - Manic Street Preachers. London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me
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SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
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Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
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Song Further Away - Manic Street Preachers. The further away I get from you. The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else. The happier I am when I'm with you. The harder it gets when I
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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Song Slash 'N' Burn - Manic Street Preachers. You need your stars, even killers have prestige. Access to a living you will not see. 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly. Gorgeous poverty of created
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Song No Surface All Feeling - Manic Street Preachers. Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. See me now and I will apologies. For me, for you, we knew
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Song The Girl Who Wanted To Be God - Manic Street Preachers. There are no sunsets, just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies
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Song Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers. Shed some skin for the fear within. Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory. Escape from our history, history And I just hope
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Song Enola/Alone - Manic Street Preachers. The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the TV. 100 percent risk of stepping outside. Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola, from my
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I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please, she pouts her best. She's out to take, no need to try. She's ready to make It's so easy, easy. When everybody's tryin' to please me, bab
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I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please, she pouts her best. She's out to take, no need to try. She's ready to make It's so easy, easy. When everybody's tryin' to please me, bab
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Between the billboard masturbation. Across highways of metallic isolation. There lies the deafenin' screamin'. Of the millions wipin' out the diseased pages. Of apathy that bleed our innocence Lov
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The subtext of this song. I've thought about it for so long. But it's really not the sort of thing. That people want to hear us sing. . The context of this song. Well I could go on and on. But
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Sleep the only thing to fill these holes. Even if that demon sells its soul. Remember the stories you've been told. I know the beauty that you adored. And it feels. Like it's all gone. The night
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Between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation. There lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased pages. Of apathy that bleed our innocence. . Lo
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This one's for the freaks. For you're so beautiful. For all the devotion. Written in your soul. This one's for the freaks. For the lost and weak. For the butterflies and devotees and disciples o
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This one's for the freaks. For you're so beautiful. For all the devotion. Written in your soul. This one's for the freaks. For the lost and weak. For the butterflies and devotees and disciples o
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I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It must be for the fifteenth time. I've been
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Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition. All the air miles that are missing, oh I wish we still had Jack Lemmon. Rendition, rendition, I never knew the sky was a prison. It's a long hard re
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Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition. All the air miles that are missing, oh I wish we still had Jack Lemmon. Rendition, rendition, I never knew the sky was a prison. It's a long hard re
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You're ritual everyday. A mild shower soak in aftershave. Best clothes do your best. Look in the mirror, go on Belittle yourself, yourself, yourself. Belittle yourself, yourself, yourself You go o
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Song Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky - Manic Street Preachers. You have your very own number. They dress your cage in its nature. Once you roared now you just grunt lame. Pace around
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The subtext of this song. I've thought about it for so long. But it's really not the sort of thing. That people want to hear us sing. . The context of this song. Well I could go on and on. But
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. The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong. . Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?. Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,. Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,. Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
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. The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong. . Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?. Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,. Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,. Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
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Me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne. Totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu It's easy to see, it's easy to see. To see only white, where color should be. It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel. But it's not g
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She's so passive but she's looking good. He's so passive but he's looking good. They are together but really they're apart. They are together but do not belong. But do not belong Yes, ladies and g
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Petrified for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes, no dismal clouds. Just this * space I know what's coming, I'm not working. I know what's coming, I'm not working Sweatin
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There's a little part of me. There's a little part of you. Remember the feeling. Of frozen embryo There's a bigger part of me. There's a bigger part of you. Remember the place where. You don't w
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Here's a true story. Said someone to me yesterday. Said he'd heard it in a taxi. Must have had him at my mercy. Drown that poor thing. Put it out of it's misery. Condemn it to it's future. Deny
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The lines have all been blurred. To the point of no return. The sickos and the bullies praise your name. You then wrench their lives with pleasure and fame As corporate as a suit you won't wear. A
