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There is a song I wanna sing I don’t know where I’m to begin She’s got that song I wanna sing She knows the words the melody Oh Guinevere my sweetest thing Give me your song, your sympathy
Her heart she hold, To know it all. I descend into limbo. I’m a lonely lone wolf In the desert night my feet grow cold. But I’m on the stereo, stereo, stereo. She grows numb I’m the night. And It’s hard, hard, hard when she’s gone. But I know, yes I know. I see you later. And I know, yes I know. I see you later. The other side whispers in my ear. Al the things that I wanna hear, all the things that I wanna hear. She grows numb
I’m the night
Beam me up I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up I’m in the centre, oh please beam me up I’m in the centre, oh won’t you pick me up, oh ooh
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living
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I
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part
of
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so
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Hey Dj
, we’re the kids from the radio. He smiles, oh you won’t hear me complain. he says hi, but he doesn’t know our name. you know nothing. I hope I die at 27. laugh, about you on a cloud from heaven. start a revolution, start a war. start a band, steal a car. grab m dreams and thougts for free. it’s easy flying overseas. it’s easy living here you see. it’s easy smiling on tv. i’m the one, ou and me know, you always wanted to be my name is Benny Blisto. pleased to meet you. I’m the world. I’m the king. I’m god
Gotta wake up
Hear, my ghost is in the hallway and it calls, screams and shouts my name. It’s true boundaries are fading. When it’s dark, the girls all look the same. Before i lose my. Insanity runs through my veins. Try to do the right. My pride, I lost it in the staircase of my mind, where things are awful cold. The cruelty runs through my veins
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agree oh lord, this house is on fire. i won’t break it, love will save us, again.
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ready. Dance you know what you gotta do. It’s all
fighting on a Saturday, I hope you’ll
I won’t do it again. This is the last time
trousers. You know this song. But hey, come on get
to make it new. New shoes, houses, cheap bozze,
no longing to break free. But my lady says i got
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Think in the morning. I was dreaming of times I’ve never seen. Travelling trough ageless centuries. I went to downtown paris 1953. There’s a man with a pipe, squinted eyes and he looks right up at me. Oh what a sweet world. I was thinking that i really needed time for myself cause he said there’s no god, there’s no truth. You gotta make it on your own. Artists, poets, everyone was there but they don’t know about my time machine affair.
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Little by little, we fucked it up. Little by little until we had enough. Well maybe we’re crazy. We ain’t too proud to be fuckin’ around. We get up on the roof until they get us down. We came here to start a war. Things are getting ugly as the rumor spread. They say these city kids are full of arrogance. Well maybe, we ain’t too proud to be talked about but these stakkerfaes they got nothing else