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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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We need a screaming headline. We need a hook for the storyline, Honey. I never thought it could go so wrong. But I was young and I needed the money. . I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.
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Here I lay in a crashed car. No-one knows when I've left. Here I lay, staring at stars. But I know their just satellites. . The first aid kit. It's useless. It's too late. It offers no help.
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There's something strange about the way the tap-water tastes. Making speeches for the walls gets harder with every phrase. . I woke up and everyone had gone. I woke up when the sun was setting. I
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I've been trying to shape up. Shape up and raise hell. But it's so hard to wake up. 'Cause baby, I ain't well. . This is my head exploding from the weight of the thoughts inside. These are my th
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Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts. But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut. Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from. Save me from basement
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They took you bodies. Now we gave our souls. They bought our minds. And now we're broke. The air makes my skin turn pale. But I can feel you on the Ritcher-scale. . The revolution, . Well it m
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A time to raid. A time to conquer. The buses without passengers. . Push it in, . Pin-cushion queen. Bleed red like no-one's ever seen. Now give it every single drop. . This one goes for the f
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I want to take you to my hotel-room. And show you my collection of stolen silver-spoons. I want explosions every single day. Just give me a minute and I'll be already on my way. I'm going to shake
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I can not sleep,. While you hide in the skins of saints and virgins. Cunningly, you've again betrayed us all. . Oh I know, my time is wasted by this hatred. Oh I know, this grudge will suck me dr
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