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| 4:53 | 
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I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly To creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things In all your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense When I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, Your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and The smell of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark |
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| 2. |
| 3:55 |
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Got to get some food
I'm so hungry all the time I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to get some sleep I'm so nervous in the night I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to pick up the phone I will call any number I will talk to anyone I know I'm gone too far Much too far I gone this time And I don't want to think what I've done I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop There are always hidden silences Waiting behind the chair They come out when the coast is clear They eat anything that moves I go shaky at the knees Lights go out, stars come down Like a swarm of bees No self-control no self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control You know I hate to hurt you I hate to see your pain But I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop Street after street Night after night I walk on through the rain I walk on through the rain I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop |
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| 3. |
| 1:21 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:41 |
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I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am You'll have to take me just the way that you find me What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn Empty stomach, empty head I got empty heart and empty bed I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything -Anything at all Strange is your language and I have no decoder Why don't you make your intentions clear With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear Stop staring at me like a bird of prey I'm all mixed up, I got nothing to say I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything Anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything Absolutely anything at all I don't remember |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news Today is different Today is not the same Today I make the action Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light I'm shooting into the light Four miles down the cavalcade moves on Driving into the sun If I worked it out right They won't see me or the gun Two miles to go, they're clearing the road The cheering has really begun I've got my radio I can hear what's going on I've been waiting for this I have been waiting for this All you people in TV land I will wake up your empty shells Peak-time viewing blown in a flash As I burn into your memory cells 'Cos I'm alive They're coming 'round the corner With the bikers at the front I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes -It's a matter of time -It's a matter of will And the governor's car is not far behind He's not the one I've got in mind 'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, Standing in the limousine "I don't really hate you -I don't care what you do We were made for each other -Me and you I want to be somebody -You were like that too If you don't get given you learn to take And I will take you." Holding my breath Release the catch And I let the bullet fly All turned quiet-I have been here before Lonely boy hiding behind the front door Friends have all gone home There's my toy gun on the floor Come back Mum and Dad You're growing apart You know that I'm growing up sad I need some attention I shoot into the light |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power And through the wire I see your face It's through the wire Friday night, you're staying at home I want you I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you Pressure's building-overspill I want you And through the wire You are secure And through the wire We can talk And through the wire We can walk It's through the wire Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you And through the wire I hear your voice And through the wire I touch the power And through the wire I see your face It's through the wire Driving 'round the city rings Staring at the shape of things I talk in pictures not in words Overloaded with everything we said Be careful where you tread Watch the wire And through the wire You are secure And through the wire We can talk And through the wire We can walk And through the wire We're clinging like leeches And through the wire We push out tailormade speeches And through the wire We get so strange across the border We get so strange across the border |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it -Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside -Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names -Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside -Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-wars without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres |
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| 8. |
| 5:22 |
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It's only water
In a stranger's tear Looks are deceptive But distinctions are clear A foreign body And a foreign mind Never welcome In the land of the blind You may look like we do Talk like we do But you know how it is You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us Not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us There's safety in numbers When you learn to divide How can we be in If there is no outside All shades of opinion Feed an open mind But your values are twisted Let us help you unwind You may look like we do Talk like we do -But you know how it is You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us |
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| 9. |
| 4:14 |
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It's nice here with a view of the trees
Eating with a spoon? They don't give you knives? 'Spect you watch those trees Blowing in the breeze We want to see you lead a normal life |
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| 10. |
| 7:30 |
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September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead And the eyes of the world are Watching now Watching now |
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