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The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air
Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare Underground, overdrive Countdown, take off We're gone, they're here Head for planets far and near Don't know what upsets you We're gonna take you to the outer space Find planets - red, blue Let's make a universal race We're gonna take you to places never seen A rigid-like gesture since we were nineteen Inner space, outer space Head off, head on Slot in, interface Bounce back and forth like electrons We're gonna take you to planets never seen Solar systems run by machines Out of code Crash, reboot 'Redo from Start', who is he anyway? Don't know what upsets you We're gonna take you to the outer space Find planets - red, blue aha Let's make a universal race. |
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Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering, just an auto-move Round and round the streetlights in the groove Flying windscreens, dropping down below Aisles of bricks, crumbling with the smoke Here we go Dissolving turnpikes in a placid light Intersections similarly white I never found the concrete slab I must have left it on the showroom tab Escalators moving side to side Round and round the footprints on the slide From a picture, the city turned and spoke There she was, the woman in the smoke Here we go I think you suit me I'll make you happy You specify me You can't deny me Must have left my eyes on a moving train Tangled phone lines told me to revoke Turgid reasons, everything's mundane There she was, the woman in the smoke Here we go I guess you suit me Do you extend me? You maximise me You can't deny me I think you suit me I'll make you happy . |
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| 3:25 |
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She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame Tricky repertoire Words flying 'round Picky seminar Bound to be drowned in the sound Sticky shirt and tie Play 'Bottoms Up' in the bar Icky, fly guy - why, She's nastier by far It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur His mind's but a blur He's derailing from his train of thought Doing not what he ought and was taught He's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stick Someone must have gone click, click, click, click Can't see what's new, he doesn't have a clue Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knew She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame. |
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Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm in tune now Sing to me, say Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me The downtown boy in a daylight rouse Getting ready for the night's ploy And he's waiting on top a topless house Or sliding down to his luminous, viscose clothes I want to go with that French girl She said, 'Sure, do you want to make friends with me?' Tres bien, tres bien Hey, I'm not crying anymore Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. He put on his shirt knowing he's pert Tearing 'cross the crowd in a gloss He said, ' Missy, don't be so pushy, eh' Or thought he did it anyway The words that he knew, 'Voulez-vous', 'Rendezvous' Just made him black and blue He wanted to go-go She said, 'No-no' So he's waiting for next episode I want to go with that French girl She said, 'Sure, do you want to make friends with me?' Tres bien, tres bien Hey, I'm not crying anymore. |
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no risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not
Don't say a word Unless you're heard I know I hate to see you rude I think I'll let you down You should have let me go I think I'll make you leave 'Cause you have lost control You've pushed the line too far Bye-bye Turn over, there's no need to try You waste your time You're absolutely useless, baby I think I'll let you down You should have let me go I think I'll make you leave 'Cause you have lost control. |
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He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone-line No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance Speaking in a silent parlance 'Remember me', breaks the silence A recurring line again He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more He feels the blood run through his veins Tries to get up, be young again His face in the bathroom mirror Someone looks at him His undisputed kind of self-love Weaker than it used to be like 'Don't forget me', breaks the silence A different life begins He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more Looks in the mirror, feels the snag Packs his bag and picks a map 'Don't forget me', seems inapt He doesn't want to know 'Don't forget me' He's looking for something Can't see that he's stranded He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more He's waiting for something Becoming a vision He's just moving/going somewhere He just can't stand this feeling no more. |
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I can't see
In the flicker-light's quiet frequency I was briefly interrupted by the sound Of your voice Now I can see Why you turned away in disbelief I couldn't get enough of the leitmotif Of your voice He's a lonely dancer He's a fun fanatic organiser I wonder, wonder, wonder If you like to check him, check him, check him When you dance Reassurance marks every move I don't understand how you can make out the groove Through the noise He looks at you The poise-boy tries to cut a good figure But he has no future judging by the sound Of your voice He's a lonely dancer He's a fun fanatic organiser I wonder, wonder, wonder If you like to check him, check him, check him. |
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| 4:42 |
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I run as fast as I can To get a ride
To ride on this wave is all I dream of I want to catch up with the distant sight I create my speed the way I breathe I can move I can fly I can fly, I can float, I can fly I can groove, I can move so high in the sky So high in the sky I swim as far as I can To reach the tide To be in that wave is all I long for I take my power from my own arms I sustain this pain 'cause I can't cry I swim as far as I can To reach the tide To be in that wave is all I long for I can move I can fly I can fly, I can float, I can fly I can groove, I can move so high in the sky So high in the sky. |
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