Vanity

I cannot speak of what I feel. And yet I feel so much. I know that woman's arms can heal me. Like an angel's touch. . She says she likes the accent. She thinks it's so polite.

Ýé, Áàáèùà, Áëåâàíè

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Vampires

I want your heart, I want your soul. I want everything you hold dear. I want the sinews that bind you together. I know enough is never enough. I want the broad road and 20/20 vision.

Emily

I just don't care about the evening news. I never listen to the crack house blues. They say the city is the place to be. I wanna dance with Emily. . Everybody come around the window shop.

Drugs

There's a time that will come. When the kitchen is sunny and. There's just no other place I'd like to be. And everything's gone and. My finger is longer.

ß Ïëþþ Íà Âàøè Äåëà

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U. S. S. A.

One million A.D.. There'll be you there'll be me. Rocky's dead. That's Rocky one thousand and three. . Red stars and stripes. One big team. With little Europe.

ß Íåíàâèæó Æåíùèí!

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Try This For Sighs

I call 'round your house. I try on your phone but you cry. Leave me alone, leave me alone. Leave me alone, leave me alone. Leave me, leave me, leave me.

Dance With Me [ep Version]

Heart and soul. Baby, there's no goal. Turn the lights on bright. You're a rock and roll star. . Feel my love. Coming from the heavens above. When my eyes meet your eyes.

The Magnificent Five

Long ago in London town. A man called Ant sat deeply sighing. He was wondering. Which side of the fence he was on. . Prick up your ears, prick up your ears.

ß Íå Âåðþ Â Àíàðõèþ

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The Idea

I went to the zoo. To look at the animals. The first thing I saw. Was a wall full of handclaps. . Some wearing green hats. And all sucking chocky bars.

The Human Beings

The human beings, oh. The human beings, oh. . Blackfoot, Pawnee, Cheyenne, Crow. Apache, Arapaho. Blackfoot, Pawnee, Cheyenne, Crow. Apache, Arapaho. .

ß Èëëþçîðåí Ñî Âñåõ Ñòîðîí

ß Âûäóìàí Íàïðî÷ü

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Tabletalk

Don't like your stare, don't like the arm in the air. Your style is so brash and that silly mustache. It was tabletalk. . The evil I see sends bad vibrations through me.

ß Âñåãäà Áóäó Ïðîòèâ

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Survival Of The Fetish

Sound and the fury baby, justice of the proud. You know those manufactured couples. With there bad news and off style. Going round and round and round and round, going round.

Strip

It's at times like these the great Heaven knows. That we wish we had not so many clothes. So let's loosen up with a playful tease. Like all lovers did through the centuries.