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Remember health warning. It's printed on the packet. Middle tar, low tar, high tar. Something that make you die Taking one out of the packet. It's just a force of habit. You know you cannot stop
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The siren screams to start the day. You get up early to earn your pay. Push the button throw that switch. Turbines roar their unholy pitch. I listen I can hear. Pounding like thunder. Pistons pu
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Show me, yes, go on, no you, alright. Wake up, they're moving, they can hear us. I know they can hear us. . Wake up, wake up, wake up
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah,
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In the year of 2525. If man is still alive. If woman can survive. They may find. In the year of 3535. Can't tell the truth, can't tell no lie. Everything you think, do and say. Is in the pill y
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The message. In a faded envelope. In a viselike grip The passage. Of a carriage in the dark. On a foreign trip again The image. Of a figure in the trees. In the evening rain The knowledge. Of a
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We move, in mysterious ways. We move, slip and slide cut through the haze. And even as I stand in my room. Listening to all of the silence around. I feel disco and not so some tune. Beating insid
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I really don't know much better. There's nothing I can tell you. But that's something for me to know. And something for you to do Put yourself in my position. Think about it everyday. Give me sol
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Lost amongst the crowd. On the torso's pumping iron. A man with a horn takes to the stage. The drum beat cracks in time Harder and bolder the bodies move. Shoulder to shoulder skin feels smooth.
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Love change, we change. One cheque for love. One lost glove Never to reappear. Gone forever with the change. Oh it's such a shame. Nothing's true anymore Give me the love glove. I'll give you lo
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New styles. New shapes. New modes. That's the role my passion takes Oh my visage. Oh my visage. Oh my visage. Oh my visage. Oh my visage Visuals. Magazines. Reflex styles. Past, future in
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris. . One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide. . Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey
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We move, in mysterious ways. We move, slip and slide cut through the haze. And even as I stand in the room. Listening to all of the silence around. I feel disco and not so some tune. Beating insi
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah,
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I realy don't know much better. There's nothing I can tell you. But that's something for me to know. And something for you to do. . Put youself in my position. Think about it everyday. Give you
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