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"Digital Rasta"
_Microphonies_
Cabaret Voltaire
This could be the end of it all.
There's a woman in the woods behind you,
No time to step and crawl.
No time to tip-toe.
In this security -- work, you, I don't dig.
Shut down.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
All you wanted, a view of your own.
Now awaiting, Judgement Day.
Flash past, the art escapes you.
Never there in black and white.
There's a lesson to be learned.
Living on the words of others.
Selling something like you sell yourself.
Money in the bank, but you're under pressure.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
There's a lesson to be learned.
Selling something like you sell yourself.
Money in the bank, but you're under pressure.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
Power in the new line, call it strong.
Everything for positive reason.
Evil, comes too easy.
Never at a tender scratch.
s on the side, but you're under pressure.
It's over, the worst behind you.
No time to step and grow.
No time to, tip-toe.
In your security, work, you, I don't dig.
Shut down. Shut down.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
There's a lesson to be learned.
Living on the words of others.
Selling something like you sell yourself.
Money in the bank, but you're under pressure.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
All you wanted, a view of your own.
Now awaiting, Judgement Day.
Flash past, the art escapes you.
Never there in black and white.
There's a lesson to be learned.
Living on the words of others.
Selling something like you sell yourself.
Money in the bank, but you're under pressure.
This could be the end of it all.
This could be the end of it all.
Power in the new line, call it strong.
Everything for positive reason.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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