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| 3:32 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:14 | 
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> If there's no chance to reach you,
No bridge, no boat, no stones, Then I would swim the waters, Just like Brian Jones. If I would ever lose you, To someone else one day, I shall be diplomatic, Just like Cassius Clay. 'Cause you're so special 'Cause you're so special Just like anybody else. You don't need to worry, Just rely on me. I forever will be faithful, Like Lady Chatterley. If there's a need to tease you, As a chance to make you stay, I'm gonna, I'm gonna be your wild one Just like Doris Day. 'Cause you're so special Just like anybody else. 'Cause you're so special Just like anybody else. You're my everyday sensation, You're my heaven, you're my hell. Like a roller-coaster ride, We can make it to the bell. Perfect combination, Like the seashore and the shell, 'Cause you're so special, babe, Just like anybody else. 'Cause you're so special So incredible Just like anybody else, Unbelievable 'Cause you're so special So deceivable Just like anybody else. 'Cause you're so special So impossible Just like anybody else, So incredible 'Cause you're so special Unbelievable 'Cause you're so special So deceivable Just like anybody else. 'Cause you're so special You don't need to worry, 'Cause you're so special Just rely on me, Just like anybody else, 'Cause you're so special Just like anybody else' faithful, like Lady Chatterley |
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| 3. |
| 4:13 |
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| 4. |
| 3:52 |
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I must admit I'm getting tired
Of sitting on my cloud Well, heaven's not what I desire Eternity can wear you out So I get lost on busy boulevards Forget about my mission Drown in a pair of tempting eyes Cultivate my indecision Is that you angel-devil? (Yeah) Bitter Berlin winter fog Sweet flavor of Rome's summer smog Spill the wine at caf??짤 costes Lisbon's rain I like the most I must admit I'm getting tired Of sitting on my cloud Well, heaven's not what I desire Eternity sure wear you out Is that you angel-devil? (Yeah) I got get-down funky feeling Inside my soul But I have my reservations To keep it on the down low |
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| 5. |
| 2:58 |
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| 6. |
| 4:41 |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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> le monde entier n'est qu'un
miroir de ma beaut mais il faut se mfier des belles mres jalouses et des pommes enpoisonnes je suis la seule voir mes cicatrices si belles ma peau aussi blanche, aussi blanche que la neige ma bounche vermeille comme le sang dada, c'est comme ca je ne sais pourquoi dada, c'est comme ca je ne je ne je ne je ne sais pourquoi dada, c'est comme ca je ne sais pourquoi dada, c'est comme ca je ne je ne je ne je ne sais pourquoi je veux plutt rester dans mon cercueil de verre mon corps parfait ne sera jamais un festin des vers je veux plutt rester dans mon cercueil de verre que les belles-mres aillent danser en sabots de fer (et les pommes sont pour czanne! ah, je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir!) le monde entier n'est qu'un miroir de ma beut ma peau aussi blanche, aussi blanche que la neige ma bounche vermeille comme le sang je suis la seule voir mes cicatrices si belles ma peau aussi blanche, aussi blanche que la neige ma bounche vermeille comme le sang dada, c'est comme ca je ne sais pourquoi je ne sais pourquoi,mais c'est dada dada, je ne sais pourquoi |
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| 5:16 |
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> guided by the senses
with a licence to provide bits of low-life to the senseless you can be jakyll or you can be hyde enjoy the secret service and the messages you'll get hope you can tell by the intention who's the spider in the net? well you've got to meet me online disconnected for a long time well you got to meet me online download you for a lifetime today they won't use nails jesus would not be crucified he would be choked by mails ""...I still love to touch you offline"" |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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| 11. |
| 4:11 |
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Mmh, you're sticking to my finger
Mmh, you smell like used before Mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more First time we walked the junkyard you said the magic words, Love should be decorated with a little bit of dirt More or less neglected from backbone to the heart, It was more than I expected and I knew it from the start That you'd fit into my trash box Mmh, a perfect place to be Although I know how much that cash sucks, I want you there for free |
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| 12. |
| 4:34 |
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| 13. |
| 3:35 |
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| 14. |
| 5:26 |
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| 15. |
| 4:42 |
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> lay your sleepless head, my love
in my faithful arms time and fever burn away nothing will remain if I let you see, my love will you see my pain? and flee from it as I would flee run, run, run, run run, run, run, run away lullaby for a friendship, that never dies it just sleeps between the north and the west future and past why don't you say a word call my name |
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| 1:47 |
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