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I'm not running away
I'm running to
Corruption of the spirit isn't in it
For a good looking man about town
Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you feeling heartbroken
Because you'll never be mistaken for a
Good looking man about town?
You got your degree then you flew to Mars
But you still feel wretched 'cause
You'll never be naked with a
Good looking man about town
Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you scared to death
Of even looking at the flesh of a
Good looking man about town?
Hear the gang say
Marry me, marry me
On the midnight street
No moon and no stars
No one around to calm you down
And to soften the stings to my heart
The dream is sand in my hands
The dream becomes sand in my hands
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Long ago, when he was young and restless, suddenly, Daddy saw the beckoning
finger of fate
Don't make fun of Daddy's voice because he can't help it, when he was a teenage
boy something got stuck in his throat
When you are young you crave affection, and it can come from the strangest
direction
Don't make fun of Daddy's voice because he can't help it, when he was a teenage
boy something got stuck in his throat
Don't make fun of Daddy's voice because he can't help it, when he was a teenage
boy something got stuck in his throat
No te divertes con pappy. No te divertes con pappy, No te divertes con pappy. No
te divertes con pappy.
No te divertes con pappy. No te divertes con pappy, No te divertes con pappy. No
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Run, run young man through the glen
Run, young woman through the glen
See if I care, see if I care, see if I care
See if I care, See if I care, See if I care
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
Run, run young man through the glen
Run, young woman through the glen
And see if I care, see if I care, see If I care
See if I care, see if I care, see if I care
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
If you don't want me
You don't have to have me
I just thought you might feel the same, that's all
If you don't want me
You don't have to have me
I just thought you might feel the same, that's all
That's all, that's all, that's all...
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Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws
Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws
And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me...
And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me...
Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
And I'm turning to you, to save me...
And I'm turning to you,
Oh, to save me! Save me...
To save me, save me, to save me!
Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all
Ganglord, there's a clock on the wall
And it makes a joke of us all
And I'm turning to you, to save me...
And I'm turning to you, to save me, save me...
To save me, save me, to save me!
Ganglord, remember!
The police can always be bribed...
Ganglord, remember!
The police can always be bribed...
They say 'to protect and to serve'
But what they really want to say is:
"Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!"
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These tears I'm wailing
I spill not without reason
remove them my dearest love
my...........
Take me, to the place I've been dreaming of
Where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely
and they whisper
just very softly
Please be mine Dearest Love
Be my dearest love
Be my dearest love
I have hung on , hung on, hung on for one hundred years
For someone to shake me someone to wake me
if necessary someone to break me
My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love........
My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love..........
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Reflecting from my deathbed
I'm balancing life's riches against the ditches
And the flat gray years in between
All I can see are the never-laid
That's the never-played symphonies
I can't see those who tried to love me
All those who felt they understood me
And I can't see those who very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never-laid
Or the never-played symphonies
You were one, you meant to be one
And you jumped into my face and laughed
And kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone forever not quite
Black sky in the daytime
And I don't much mind dying
When there is nothing left to care for anymore
Just the never-laid, the never-played symphonies
You were one, you knew you were one
And you slipped right thru my fingers
No not literally but metaphorically
And now you're all, I see as the light fades
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Sweetie pie I have fallen in love
And the joke is on me and the sun's given up
I'm depending on you to see I get safely to
The port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time
Sweetie pie I'm ending my life
Because I've fallen in love and enough is enough
I'm depending on you to see I get safely to
The port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time
Sweetie pie how I feel in my mind
And how I live in the world, there are oceans apart
I'm depending on you to see I get safely to
The port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time
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Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On aroma and clothes
Fabric and dyes
Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On grandeur and style
And making the poor rich smile
You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even write their own name
Christian Dior
You wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve
You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell the wrong name
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
When you look at me
Failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like
Christian Dior
I could've run loudly and proudly
All forcible entry
And morally bankrupt
And never non-violent
And drawn to what scares me
And scared of what bores me
Years alone will never be returned
Christian Dior
Lionise maverick
Design if you can
The way to just be a man
To just be a man
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
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Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Hey boy - are you happy to be
A dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
And you're sick all night
Is this the sum of your life?
What's your name, what's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
Your ambitions and aims?
He laughed and said
Shame is the name
He said Shame is the name
Shame is the name
He said Shame is the name
Hey girl - are you happy to be
A dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
And you're sick all night
Is this all you was born for?
What's your name, what's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
Ambitions and aims?
She laughed and said
Shame is the name
She said Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Politician - can you listen
To yourself for just once in your life?
Because there's something you said
To mean soldiers are dead
Because the money you save
Seniors are in their grave
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
Shame makes the world go around
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We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
They can't hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
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So what do you think I am?
And how precisely could you tell
A decent skin is all I am?
People think badly of me
But one day maybe they'll praise
Oh, but meanwhile
I knew I was next and I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you
The shadows of trees, they reach to me
They know a decent skin is all I am
People think badly of me
But when I'm in my grave maybe they'll praise
Oh, but meanwhile
I knew I was next and I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you
Oh, but meanwhile
I knew I was next and I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you
I knew I was next and I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can say to hurt you
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I can kill standing still
It's easy
I can scare with a stare
It's easy
Hey Ringo, it's sad though
Because it's hard to walk tall, when you're small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, never mind
When you're small, you walk as if you're falling
I attack from the back
Because it's easy
And I can assail
While wearing very nice jewelery
Oh hey Ringo, it's sad though
Because it's hard to walk tall, when you're small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, never mind
When you're small, you spend your life crawling
I burst into public bars and I throw my weight around
And no one can even see me
No one can even see me
Nobody can see me, no one can see me
Success is just a mess, oh
Hey Gringo, It's sad though
Because it's hard to walk tall, when you're small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, never mind
When you're small, you're bound to look appalling
So compadre, please do this for me
Compadre, please weep for me
Compadre, compadre
Please weep for me
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You chase in the rat race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely
But still you look down on the teenage dad on, on his estate
He's happy, so leave him alone with his baby and his modest home
He's happy, so leave him alone with his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround
You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news
And still you look down on the teenage dad on, on his estate
He's happy, so leave him alone with his baby and his modest home
He's happy, so leave him alone with his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround
You become your parents parent
And you love them but you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor, but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone, ah, with his methadone
He's happy, so leave him alone, ah with his methadone
He's happy, so leave him alone
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Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
and their christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children
Judges and priests and police and cardinals
they look the other way
when the weekend comes they'll make you suffer
Children in pieces
in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
and their christian brothers
kick the shit out of very frightened children
You say you wanna go home
you say you wanna be left alone
and so you turn to me
but instead of sympathy I find
my sentimental heart hardens
my sentimental heart hardens
Get your hands off me
Kid, you must be bad luck
My sentimental heart hardens
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Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights, I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you
Through tears, I told you
Friday mourning, there comes a time
Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid soon put paid to
All the things I'd whispered to you
At night time
And I will never stand naked in front of you
Or if I do, it won't be for a long time
Look once to me, look once to me
Then look away
Look once to me, then look away
And when they hold me down
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents and bosses
Who all share a point of view
You are a loser
You are a loser
Friday, friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
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My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
And what's left for me? What's left for me?
At one time, the future, it stretched out before me
But now it stretches behind me
And all of the best things in life are behind glass
Money, jewellery and flesh
And what's left for me? What's left for me?
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Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot, let's go to bed
And don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright
Going towards another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book, we can read up alone
And try, try like once before
When people stared in David Johansen's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she's got to have him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation
'mid this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronettes 1
That stand in seal by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for ageing men
With snorting heads he gazes to the shore
Once it raged, the sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
When she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And she'd turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
It's a Drive-in Saturday
(repeat to fade)
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Because of my poor education
I don't expect your invitation
A ship lost inches away from the bay
Because of my poor education
I can't endure my situation
This here is my bed
And I must lie
Oooh oooh ooh ooh (x3)
Because of this strange indentation
I live my life without affection
Kind hearted view me and say
"Thank God that's not me"
Once I was sure I had found my hero
And I allowed myself to think so
Reality is not real to me
Oooh oooh ooh ooh (x3)
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The one I love
is standing near
The one I love
is everywhere
I can woo you
I can amuse you
But there is nothing I can do to make you mine
Black cloud, black cloud
The one I love
roosts in the mind
Can snap this spell
or increase hell
I can chase you
and I can catch you
But there is nothing I can do to make you mine
Black cloud, black cloud
Oh, black cloud
Oh, black cloud
I play the game of favorites now
I can I must I will I do
I can please you
or I can freeze you out
But there is nothing I can do to make you mine
Black cloud, black cloud, black cloud
I can choke myself to please you
and I can sink much lower than usual
But there's nothing I can do to make you mine
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In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch
I have decided I'm throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
In the absence of your smiling face I travelled all over the place
And I have decided I'm throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
I'm throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
I'm throwing my arms around Paris because nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love, nobody needs my love, nobody wants my love
Yes you've made yourself plain, yes you've made yourself very plain
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Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Because soon I will be dead
Let's face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don't care anything
Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Let's face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don't care anything
And I just want to
I want to see this boy happy
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The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the price
Very closely
Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
You'll never believe me, so
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes
Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say :
"Long may it last"
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes
Don't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do YOU do ?
Well ... you just SIT THERE
I've been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don't have any skin
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Always be carefull
When you abuse the one you love
The hour or the day
No one can tell
But one day
Goodbye will be farewell, and
You will never see the one you love again
You will never see the one you love again
I have been thinking
What, with my final brain cell
How time grips you
Slyly in it's spell
And before you know
Goodbye will be farewell, and
You will never see the one you love again
And the smiling children, tell you that you smell
Well, just look at me
A savage beast
With nothing to sell
And when I die
I'm going straight to hell
And that's when
Goodbye should be farewell
Ta ta ta, ta ta ta
Ta ta ta, ta ta ta
Ta ta ta, ta ta ta
Ta ta ta, ta ta ta
One day goodbye will be farewell
So grab me while you still have the time
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If you're wondering why
All the love that you long for eludes you
And people are rude and cruel to you
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it, son
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
And I'm telling you now
If you're wondering why
When all I wanted from life was to be famous
I have tried for so long, it's all gone wrong
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
But you wouldn't believe me
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it, son
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
And I'm telling you now
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
Today I am remembering the time
When they pulled me back and held me down
And looked me in the eyes and said
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it, my son
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You must stay on your own for slightly longer
You just haven't earned it yet baby
And I'm telling you now
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
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It's the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
And once again I turn to you
Once again I do I turn to you
It's the same old S.O.S.
But with brand new broken fortunes
I'm the same underneath
But this you, you surely knew
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And if you don't know this
Then what do you know?
Every second of my life I only live for you
And you can shoot me
And you can throw me off a train
I still maintain
I still maintain
Life, life is a pigsty
Life is a pigsty
And I'd been shifting gears all along my life
But I'm still the same underneath
This you surely knew
I can't reach you
I can't reach you
I can't reach you anymore
Can you please stop time?
Can you stop the pain?
I feel too cold
And now I feel too warm again
Can you stop this pain?
Can you stop this pain?
Even now in the final hour of my life
I'm falling in love again
Again
Even now in the final hour of my life
I'm falling in love again
Again
Again
Again
I'm falling in love again
Again
Again
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Could this be an arm around my waist?
Well, surely the hand contains a knife?
It's been so all of my life
Why change now?
"It hasn't!"
Now this might surprise you, but
I find I'm OK by myself
And I don't need you
or your morality to save me
No, no, no, no, no
Then came an arm around my shoulder
Well surely the hand holds a revolver?
It's been so all of my life
Why change now?
"It hasn't!"
Now this might disturb you, but
I find I'm OK by myself
And I don't need you
or your benevolence to make sense
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
After all these years I find I'm OK by myself
And I don't need you
Or your homespun philosophy
No, no, no, no
This might make you throw up in your bed:
I'm OK by myself!
And I don't need you
And I never have, I never have
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
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