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By Bwo, (Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
The silence is good, I know what I should
But I
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By Bwo, This planet is turning
Our tires are burning
Start up the engines
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By Bwo, Spinning around, 'round, spinning around
The surround sound spinning around
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By Bwo, I hear you've been seeing someone
Someone from my neighborhood
I hear
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By Bwo, I could've stayed home
A promise I made
But we gotta face
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By Bwo, Gomen nasai, gomen nasai
The world is full of pain and
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By Bwo, Now now that you're gone
I see that I was blind
Now
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By Bwo, I've reached the end
My life has been deranged
From tears to
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By Bwo, Big science
Big science
I'm training to get ready for the role
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By Bwo, I can feel the earth is moving
When the clock strikes
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By Bwo, We seemed the perfect team from the very start
Strangers would
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By Bwo, Can you hear the engines burning
Tossing and turning
Ready to travel
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By Bwo, Love was such a sweet surprise
Sneaking like a thief into
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By Bwo, I've heard a lot of songs that were sung out
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By Bwo, O-o-oh o-oh
O-o-oh o-oh
O-o-oh o-oh
O-o-oh o-oh
When you feel down and the
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By Bwo, (Bodies Without Organs)
(Wo-o-o-o-o-oh)
(Wo-o-o-o-o-oh)
(Bodies Without Organs)
(Wo-o-o-o-o-oh)
(Wo-o-o-o-o-oh)
Rain, thunder rolls
Pain, the night is
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By Bwo, Where did your love aspire
The dream was sold and you
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By Bwo, O-o-o-oh
O-o-o-oh
I take you one step further
I take you one step
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By Bwo, I save my pride for love
Oh o-o-oh
Oh o-o-oh
I save my
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By Bwo, I would bend my knees and pray
I'm waiting for guidance
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By Bwo, (Sixteen tons of hardware)
(Sixteen tons of hardware)
Every night has got
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By Bwo, (Son of a gun, son of a gun, son of
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By Bwo, The night is full of torment
And lives are torn to
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By Bwo, When I'm in Berlin you're off to London
When I'm in
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By Bwo, Want love, o-o-o-oh
We all need love, o-o-o-oh
We all want love,
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By Bwo, Oh
I've gained a conviction
A love's an addiction
That can't be cured
What's
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By Bwo, The way that God planned it, leaving us stranded
Having to
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By Bwo, I hang on my computer
Obsessed with late night mails
I press
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By Bwo, Walking the night in the city
Crossing the strangest of lights
Dressed
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By Bwo, Take me to the roads where I used to drive
Away
