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New styles, New shapes New modes, that's the role my passion takes Oh my visage Visuals, magazines, reflex styles Past, future, in extreme Oh my visage |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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Reflections, of the river passing by Reflections, of the place between the sky It's too black, casting shadows On the bridges built so close to that aura Walking (to the sign) before my eyes Dreaming (it's too late) to realise Stop! You've gone too far this time You're toying with reality Blocks on blocks are all around Neon lit for silent sound Figures (in a doorway) in the night Dancing (moving shadows) with the light Talking to a stranger On the bridges built so close to that aura Standing, on a runway all alone Listening, to an engine heading home Crying, on the inside Wishing I could get away from that aura Lying, on the runway all alone Listening to an engine heading home Stop! you've gone too far this time You're toying with reality |
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| 3:41 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:33 |
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Remember health warning It's printed on the packet Middle tar, low tar, high tar Doesn't that make you die Taking on out of the packet It's just a force of habit You know you cannot stop it The why was the reason why Nerves, nerves Tension, tension Addiction, addiction, addiction, addiction Low tar, high tar Nicotine stain on your finger Try to wash off but it still linger Cigarette holder just a joke Don't really take bad away from smoke Nerves, nerves Tension, tension Addiction, addiction, addiction, addiction Low tar, high tar Remember health warning It's printed on the packet Middle tar, low tar, high tar Doesn't that make you die |
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| 4:02 |
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One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes sitting cold and silent Shows fear as he turns to hide (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) Feel the rain like an English summer Hear the notes from a distant song Looking out from a backdrop poster Wishing life wouldn't be so dull (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) |
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| 4:15 |
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Small cheroot Black hat Cold eyes Pointed boot No heart Never cries Hot sun Desert sand One man On his own Stands alone Never ran No ties No claims No name Man of frenzy Man of fortune Man of fame No show Gotta go Mexico Every man Wanna be Malpaso |
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| 7. |
| 4:28 |
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A puppets motions are controlled by a string By a stranger they've never met Nod of the head at a pull of a thread I just can't say no, can't say no When a child throws down a toy Dolly for girl, drum for boy When I was new you wanted me Now I'm old you no longer see The paint on my face is chipped and cracked My clothes seems to be getting old Now you've owned me for a few years Please don't leave me in the cold You make me glad, you make me sad You lock me away when I'm bad Now you've owned me for a few years Please don't leave me in the cold, in the cold When a child throws down a toy Spite for girl, hate for boy When a child throws down a toy I look at you with eyes of blue But somehow I can't get through to you |
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| 4:01 |
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| 9. |
| 4:20 |
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Name the place, for a rendez-vous Name the time, and I'll get to you Take a train, take a motorway And take a plane, take it any day And take a drink, as you leave the ground Time to think, hearing headphone sound Close your eyes, you're drifting far away Realise, that you'll be home today Visa-age I know the place I can't forget I'll go direct Leave the trash, of your life behind It's time to move, shake those ties that bind Letting go, all that's old and blue You've gotta know, just where you're going to So take a chance, and take a case in hand We find romance, it's a far off land Close your eyes, you're drifting far away And realise, you could be there today Visa-age A different time Another place Destinations I know you from somewhere I know we've met Visa-age A different town Another place These destinations So faint in the distance A speck on the map A stamp on my passport No time to look back |
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| 3:14 |
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