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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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A summerhouse in Texas
Searching for Siberia Pioneering underground We looked a lot like you Now work is done, the table set Deliver insufficient sound Oh my, fall in love with me Oh my, fall in love with me Cross military lines Nobody would believe us now The weather working with us We looked a lot like you Now every boy's a refugee Living for the moment Through the shrieking wails Trans-European overseas Silently leaving Amsterdam We looked a lot like you Shy away from standard life Each bitter moment lingers on |
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| 3. |
| 5:54 |
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Doucement, ne les derangez pas
Il y a des gens qui vivent comme ca Les artistes de demain En desespoir agreable (Translation) Quietly, now, don't disturb them There are people who live like that The artists of tomorrow In pleasant despair |
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| 4. |
| 6:29 |
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Before the light of day reveals itself
I assured she won't forget But still I will console myself Should I lose something I could regret But now she turns to leave Exactly like she used to do Did nobody warn you boy Love's in vogue again my love Did nobody tell you girl Love's in vogue again my love Before the light of day I awake She's clearly not herself today Across a crowded room life begins Before the moment drifts away How bitter the morning feels Exactly like it ought to do |
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| 5. |
| 4:22 |
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The cottage is windswept
Now there's only sorrow here Follow evacuation signs You're detached and broken and so sentimental now Remembering how we passed our time Somebody waits for me Far beyond our halloween Germanic forces marching on concrete squares Our love is just defenceless sound And could we believe that all you said was true We would be so determined now Slowly emerging Dividing Germany Everyone's lost in East Berlin Only believing just what you want to hear We're waiting at stations once again |
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| 6. |
| 5:43 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:59 |
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Everything's neat and compact
There's not much to shout about But winter is breaking inside of me Now life is so incomplete But you're one of the boys again But is that all you want to be? Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien Slowly descend from heaven Anyway we turn we win But how can you always be so sure? Nightporters sleep on weekdays Living a lifetime too Walking away without a cure Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien The noise on the stairs disturbs me Somebody walks my way But can you rely on everything I feel? Driving through endless buildings The desert is so serene But Mondays were never really my ideal Now that you feel the weather Was it all in vain? Now that we're together We seem so alien |
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| 7:24 |
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| 9. |
| 5:15 |
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties Where will she go What shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's parties What shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrows A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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| 10. |
| 3:11 |
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| 11. |
| 4:48 |
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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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| 12. |
| 7:05 |
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There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose It seems so sentimental Why should I care? Somewhere there's a sound of distant living Locked up in high society It seems so artificial Why should I care? Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Another vehicle heads for sunset No other providence will do They're only buildings and houses Why should I care Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo |
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