1. |
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A new fashion
A new parfume
An empty showcase
A new phase
You’re not bigger
So not better
You’re wasting your money
In someone else's dream
Another breast
Another tragedy
In two days
We'll be talking about the weather again
And she’s so cool (I love her)
She’s so cool (be like her)
She’s so cool (I hate her)
We’re gonna kill her
We travel at high speed
And we’ll never crash
As we fall apart
We’ll leave no tracks
This is not a rehearsal
Cause death’s a career move
Men are myth to dispel
Men are fools
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Thieves Love Television
03:00
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Looking outside the rain
Falling in love with pain
Shooting at acrobats
I want my tightrope back
Time will slowly fall
Pack all your things and go
Coming back to life
Worst choice ever made
Thieves love television
Reviewing my actions
Two times per hour
To see what's gone wrong
To see what's gone wrong
And do It again, again
Better, better
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3. |
Trance Dance
03:17
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Turn up the music
I still can hear you
I hear your soul, It’s out of step
Keep the rhythm,
keep the time
On this dancefloor we’re synchronised
I’m gonna fuck up your mind
I’m gonna eat you alive
This is pure adrenaline
You have a head full of snakes
It’s a tangle of wires
You’re just taming yourself
It’s a permanent revelry
(you’re gonna fight it)
I have never felt so down
Since you’re gone it’s all so real
I am out of my bed
Two steps back
walking again
But it’s not a dance
(It’s not a dance, no, it’s not a party, you have your leather boots and
jacket on, and you can’t talk)
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4. |
Talking Hands
03:17
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I will explain to you
With my talking hands
That I love you
In any language
I can’t speak
ll touch your faith
In outer space
Communicate
So be quiet and sink in silk and skin
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5. |
Tension
04:15
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Tension is growing underneath my skin
I can feel it
Visions are coming, oh they are landing
I can hear it
It’s just a voice it’s so deep
It wraps me and cares for me
It stirs the blood in my veins as I’m driving out of control
Run run rabbit run, it’s the end of the world
It stirs the blood in my veins as I’m driving out of control
Let’em swim alone, it’s the end of the world
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