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New thing from London Town
Refugees of broken sound
The sound of breathing and crying hearts
This situation tears me apart.
The new police will find me soon
I can't hide inside this room
I'm waiting for the boys to come
Then we can move out one by one.
New thing from London Town.
New thing from London Town
Nothing left to keep us down
We are not responsible
Someone pays and someone falls
We slide into the night
Silhouettes in a cold blue light
Take a look and look away
We need something we need to play.
New thing from L
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Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head
You should have listen to the priest at the
Confession when he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head
When your consci
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Prostacki nudim sebe na dar,
muski primerak, nije skart,
pobogu zeno predji na stvar
poveruj da je Osmi mart.
Mozda i nece biti slavno
znam da si imala i bolje dane,
meni to sigurno nije glavno
bice mi lakse kada svane.
Hej, zeno,
sutra cu samo otici cutke
a ti ces knjiziti lepe trenutke.
Hej, zeno,
izvadi dnevnik, zalepi slike
da budem uz svoje prethodnike.
Nisam tako dalek, ko sto ti se cini,
lice mi je mlado, u dusi sam starac.
Uzmi me za ruku i masku mi skini,
plati pice, tvoj sam, ja sam lak muskarac.
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The wheels keep turning. The
road stretches north and south.
The wheels keep moving. Like the
globe they keep turning around.
The wheels keep turning. Through
each country land and sea.
Through the glents and the
cities towards the place that
you call your own. This is the
big wheel that never stands
still. Turning our youth to old
age. Tonight the road reaches
out before us and the present
time is the only time we have.
Many are the days that have
gone. The wind blowing through
the dust of the earth. Many are
the days that the sun rose on us<
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