Puss'n Boots

Pussycat's going to London. Looking for love and for fame. I wish somebody had told her. City folks ain't the same. . Pussycat carries a postcard. Won't the big city be nice.

Õâàòèò!

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Puerto Rican

Uno, dos, tres, quatros........arriba!. . I've seen you walking down the street. What's that big dog by your feet. Whatever it is, it could do with a beating.

Ó Âîéíû Íå Æåíñêîå Ëèöî

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Ñòðàíà Äóðàêîâ

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Vanity And Death (their Faces Crumbled Away)

Blacked eyes and blood red skies,. It's colour that you lack.. Your malignant life, a malignant knife,. That feasts upon our backs.. . From the shoulder blades to rib cages,.

Playboy

What do you wear in bed?. Some headphones on my head. What do you like to hold?. My breath, she said. (He's a Playboy). . Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before?.

Valley And Death(their Faces Crumble Away)

Blacked eyes and blood red skies,. It's colour that you lack.. Your malignant life,a malignant knife,. That feasts upon our backs.. . From the shoulder blades to rib cages,.

Ñòî Ëåò Îäèíî÷åñòâà

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Plastic Surgery

Hey, you got a face like a Labrador. I don't mind, that's what I'm here for. The angel Gabriel sent me. To give you a little bit of sympathy. . I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street.

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The Prison Island

I'm afraid to shut my eyes.. I'm shaking uncontrollably. And this life support is failing.. All the phone lines have been cut.. This is not happening..

Place In The Country

All I thought I wanted was a front door. All I thought I wanted was a place in the country. Now I realize I wanted so much more. Some I love but you I adore.

Ñòèõ

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Piccadilly

Down in Piccadilly. Down in West One. They dress like Laurence Harvey. The immaculate son. . She looks good and lovely. A sight for all to see. With a voice you could get lost in.

The Ghosts Of Who We Were

Bodies littering the streets. Hear the sadness filter through the trees. Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams. You can bottle up our voice. Sealed and labeled with a made up choice.

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Physical (you're So)

You're so physical. Eat your heart out, 'Do It'. You can't "do it" - CAN YA!. . I wanna date you maybe. I wanna take you out. I wanna wine and dine you.

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