Frenzy, dig this crazy mood I'm in Listen to my heart as it starts to spin Wish, when you kiss me, and do it again I'm in a frenzy Watch my eyes, when
i found my way i walk towards the new day left my conscience way behind tumble-tumble here we go i found my way i walk towards the new day sun in my blood
Four walls, a ceiling, and a constant fear of the unknown. Driven by a mother's instinct to protect her child, her worst nightmares materialise before
Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up (ohh) Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow
Some time ago I wandered down into old mexico While I was there I felt romance everywhere Moon was shining bright And I could hear laughing voices in
Driven to tears while being sucked dry Beaten down, exploited, left in bits No hint of self seeking, cold hard facts overlooked While the ritual of disgust
In the eighties, I had a radio. I had a real bad haircut And nowhere to go except Aladdin's Castle and Eckerd Drugs. She had sweat bands, she liked
Time runs out. I left behind My breath came up to here. Till now I hesitated. Tired eyes - I scan the old horizon. My path cant end this way. But dyes
Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my speakers up (ohh) Blow my speakers up Blow 'em up Blow my
Cammino col sorriso sulla faccia, c?e sempre spazio per chi sappia ridere, ma poi la gente intorno cade a pezzi, dove ti butti dopo lui, dove ti attacchi
soko ni ugomeki moeru you ni kirei de DOSU kuroi chi ga nagare... urami wo mae ni... ZUTAZUTA ni saite subete wo ubaitoru hodo ni... I hate you...
Non arrabbiarti se ti canto i sogni dei miei quindici anni su non affliggerti se sei assente dei miei ricordi di adolescente quelli amoretti da due soldi
(Alberto Dominguez) Besame tu a mi Besame igual que mi boca te beso Dame el frenesi Que mi locura te dio Quien si no fui yo Pudo ensenarte el camino
[Music: Henk van der Laars] [Lyrics & vocal melody: Ian Parry] Four walls, a ceiling, and a constant fear of the unknown. Driven by a mother's instinct
Hete pomperd, goedgelovig, overbodig. Uitschot, loeder... afhankelijk van mij Hoerig, grijpgraag, overspelig wicht Zelfs als ik naar binnen glij maak
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