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It s Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways.
If I had any sense I d maybe go away for a few days.
Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely,
I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies.

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it s degrading.

The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight.
The book I am reading is one man s opinion of moonlight.
My skin is so white, I d like maybe to go to bed soon,
Closing my eyes, if I m to rise up before noon.

High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving.
My dream, strange seem images are moving.

My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening.
I know that scene backwards, they can t see the patterns they re weaving.
My friends they are models but I soon got over that one.
I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London.

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it s degrading.

La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la.
La la la la, la la la la la ...

Wkładam łyżkę w szklankę, wiatr przesuwa firankę
pies ujada za oknem, a ja znowu siedzę sam, a ja znowu siedzę sam
już nie kręcą mnie jointy, już nie kręcą pornosy
nowy kanał w kablówce, bajerenckie hop sztosy
nawet w playstation dwa już nie gram
słucham płyty, a później odkładam ja...

[Bridge]
Is it really hurt
That i feel
Or is it just the thought of you that s killing me
I don t wanna break it
And watch it melt away
Is it really hurt
That i feel
Or is it just the thought of you that s killing me

Access Babylon

We re going out on a limb?
our people are about to disown us now.

incrementally change mentality
speak of values miss the irony
what you once shunned
is now what you seek
three hundred sixty
and never miss a beat

La paloma reviens

Avant les bateaux faisaient le tour de la terre avant les gens se quittaient des années entières
Les filles regardaient la mer en chantant de loin des chants qu un oiseau portait
jusqu à leurs marins

C était pourtant des filles d un autre âge mais...

Solja rag

[Intro: [helicopter sound effects]]

[Verse One:]

You bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin business?
You doin swell?
Down with yo niggaz to da finish?
Are you willin ?
To hit da streetz up and...