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Well the day begins
You don't want to live
'Cause you can't believe
In the one you're with
'Cause you know her tricks
And you know her past
When she makes a face
You just have to laugh
And you feel like such a know-it-all
When you only want just a tiny girl
And you hope she'll sing
So you turn around
Toward the tiny girls
Who have got no tricks
Who have got no past
Yea that's what you think
And you hope she'll sing
But she sings of greed
Like a young banshee
And she wants for this
And she wants for that
What did you think
Oh, He's My Loverman!!!! =)))) And This is My Heart!!! =))))
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Свершилось! Дэйв Гаан записал свой второй сольный альбом и дал ему название "Hourglass", т.е. "Песочные часы", и планирует выпустить его уже в конце октября этого года!
Виниловая запись (12BONG35). Взято отсюда:
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Precious (Mute Promotional 12'' Single)
Каталожный номер: P12 BONG 35
Дата выхода: Август 2005 года
01. Precious [Sasha's Spooky Mix - Full Length] (10:32)
02. Precious [Sasha's Gargantuan Vocal Mix - Full Length] (9:40)
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Precious
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Вокал: David Gahan
Автор: Martin L. Gore
Присутствует на: альбоме "Playing The Angel", сингле "Precious"
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Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give