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Feel me - I crawl inside your veins
Give in - Consuming what remains
I am the one that you adore
You know that you ve been here before
You have a gun up to your head
You think you re hearing what s been said
You know that I ll be back again
Feel me beneath your skin
Chorus:
I m all you never wanted
I m all you never needed
I m all you never wanted
I m all you never ever needed
I tell you what to feel inside
You know it s all a fucking lie
I am the one that you adore
Feel me beneath your skin
Chorus
I crawl inside your veins
Consuming what remains
A gun up to your head
You re hearing what s been said
You want to feel inside
It s all a fucking lie
I crawl inside your veins
Chorus
And I ve been here before
And I ve been here before
And I ve been here before
And I ve been here before

/Ain t Got Nobody/

I m just a gigolo and everywhere I go,
People know the part I m playin .
Pay for every dance, sellin each romance,
Ooohh what they re sayin ?
There will come a day, when youth will pass away,
What will they say about me?
When the end comes I know,...

Eh Cumpari, ci vo sunari
Chi si sona
U friscalettu
E comu si sona u friscalettu
U friscalette, tipiti tipiti tam

E cumpari, ci vo sunari
Chi si sona
U saxofona
E comu si sona u saxofona
Tu tu tu tu u saxofona
U friscalette, tipiti tipiti tam

E cumpari, ci vo sunari
Chi si sona
U mandolinu
E comu si sona u mandolinu
A...

Scientific progress
All too real
Dialectic nonsene
All unreal
Dial in the sands
Droid on the moon
Lead into gold
One dozen removed
God names man
Man names ape
Flight of Icarus
Down into flames
Scientific progress
A circle revealed
Perfect as always
As always all real
...

Nothing can replace the way I felt when I saw you standing there, but that s not true.
There was that time you called to say hello.
A single moment in time I have to go.
You said goodbye.
I wrote a note to tell you I d missed you since.
I ve walked around...

I remember Paris in 49.
The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.


Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne...