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Memory comes when memory’s oldI am never the first to knowFollowing the stream up NorthWhere do people like us floatThere is room in my lapFor bruises, asses, handclapsI will never disappearFor forever, I’ll be hereWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meI’m laying down, eating snowMy fur is hot, my tongue is coldOn a bed of spider webI think of how to change myselfA lot of hope in a one man tentThere’s no room for innocenceSo take me home before the stormVelvet mites will keep us warmWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were born
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Now that mountains of meaningless wordsAnd oceans divide usAnd we each have our own set of starsTo comfort and guide usCome into my sleepCome into my sleep, oh yeahDry your eyes and do not weepCome into my sleepSwim to me through the deep blue seaUpon the scattered stars, set sailFly to me through this love-lit nightFrom one thousand miles awayAnd come into my sleepCome into my sleep, oh yeahAs midnight nears and shadows creepCome into my sleepBind my dreams up in your tangled hairFor I am sick at heart, my dearBind my dreams up in your tangled hairFor all the sorrow will pass, my dearTake your accusation, your recriminationsAnd toss them into the ocean blueLeave your regrets and impossible longingsAnd scatter them across the sky behind youAnd come into my sleepCome into my sleepFor my soul to comfort and keepCome into my sleepFor my soul to comfort and keepMy sleepCome onCome onCome on -
A one, twoA one, two, fourJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresHans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with JaneJane plays with Willy, Willy is happy againSuki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with BrittAdolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with itWhistling tunesWe hide in the dunes by the seasideWhistling tunesWe’re kissing baboons in the jungleIt’s a knockoutIf looks could kill, they probably willIn games without frontiersWar without tearsIf looks could kill, they probably willIn games without frontiersWar without tearsGames without frontiersWar without tearsJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresAndre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blueThey all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai YuDressing up in costumes, playing silly gamesHiding out in treetops, shouting out rude namesWhistling tunesWe hide in the dunes by the seasideWhistling tunesWe piss on the goons in the jungleIt’s a knockoutIf looks could kill, they probably willIn games without frontiersWar without tearsIf looks could kill, they probably willIn games without frontiersWar without tearsGames without frontiersWar without tearsJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontièresJeux sans frontières
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Touch, touchI remember touchTouch, touchI remember touchWhere do I belong?Touch, I need something moreI remember touchI need something more in my mindTouch, I remember touchPictures came with touchA painter in my mindTell me what you seeA tourist in a dreamA visitor, it seemsA half-forgotten songWhere do I belong?Tell me what you seeI need something moreKiss, suddenly aliveHappiness arriveHunger like a stormHow do I begin?A room within a roomA door behind a doorTouch, where do you lead?I need something moreTell me what you seeI need something moreHome, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answer, you’reYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answerYou’re home, hold onIf love is the answer, you’reTouch, sweet touchYou’ve given me too much to feelSweet touchYou’ve almost convinced me I’m realI need something moreI need something more