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"Take me breath Close your eyes Touch my lips And kiss, kiss, kiss me -- Love me, love me Love me, love me Take my breath away Fallen in love You through me And kiss, kiss, kiss me -- Love me, love me Love"

"To na biało kwitną drzewa Ja zaczynam znów dojrzewać Znów poprosisz mnie o rękę Znów założysz tę sukienkę W której tak jak zeszłej wiosny Będziesz tańczyć walc miłosny A powietrze rozedrgane Od motyli"

"Śpij syneczku, śpij W spokoju bożym śnij Gdy przepłakany strach, już w tobie zasną i zgasł Wtulony w matki piersi Spij cichy i bezpieczny Śpij syneczku, śpij W spokoju bożym śnij To jest twój pierwszy"

"Pokoje hotelowe na godziny, na dwoje Pokoje hotelowe gdzie w samotności człowiek /2x Zza kontuaru stary portier Łakomie patrzy na twój portfel Za parę groszy więcej ogłuchnie i oślepnie Ktoś tutaj był"

"Got an email today From a girl that's lost her way And now she wants to play with me Well I don't know what to say What does it matter anyway She just wants a place to be I held my hand out But I don't"

"En aina voi sua ymmrt Oisit ees voinut yritt Vaikka joskus tuntuu Ett kaikki on turhaa S koitit mulle selitt Ei oo jrkee jatkaa elm M tahdoin olla sulle Syy jatkaa huomiseen S olit perhonen, jonka siivet Eivt"

"En aina voi sua ymmrt Oisit ees voinut yritt Vaikka joskus tuntuu Ett kaikki on turhaa S koitit mulle selitt Ei oo jrkee jatkaa elm M tahdoin olla sulle Syy jatkaa huomiseen S olit perhonen, jonka siivet Eivt"

"An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery And died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it Ironic... Don't you think? (Chorus) It's"

"An old man turned 98 Won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your shardening (?) It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic? Don't you think? It's like rain on your"

"An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic...dontcha think It's like rain"

"An old man turned 98 He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic, don't you think? It's like rain on your"

"Road made of crosses Way to the eternity Symbol of the death So ironic But adored by the living ones Crying their tears Prying over Over the cold stone. Here is the darkness Just the panic of the weird"

"These are words you need to hear since milk not meat is what is sowed Continually on Sunday morn' and on your Jesus TV show Precarious precarious your state is in the prophet cries I'll take my cross"

"When I'm left alone Down at the heart of it My doubt was never a sign of strength I wish I'd known that You were never far I guess I would've known if I would've been awake I've been dreaming life away Sleeper,"

"Say goodbye We've been quiet for way too long, keeping silent as our defense See them writing on the wall You see them pressed against the floor You see the fire in their eyes, and yet you feel so"

"<7 in the morning Haven't slept at all, I I've been gazing round the room And round the corners of my mind Feeling every nerve inside my body so tight The strangest things I never used to notice in my life Cause you make me move And you make me want to get closer To the edge of you To the high I'll never get over And you make me fall And you make me want to go deeper You're a wake-up call To this eternal sleeper Streetlights through the blinds they slice the darkness, I see Cobwebs catching light in every corner of me Voices through the walls they speak of you and only You..."

"It's another happy Aprilto every happy fool.And you move through my dreamslike a trout moves through a pool.Sure I will do anything,but I blush at the reverie.Sleeper come and go with me.And she always"

"I'm only sleeping (x2) Woke up this morning going back to bed Alarm clock ringing in tune with my head The ....................... to leave my boredom ...................... just 'cos I cannot .............. ..........."

"I tried to tell you There's something dead in me Love lies in moments Still i cannot grasp one fragment I can tell you nothing Answers don't exist Floors, walls my own asylum Shades my eyes from all of"

"Early In The Morning When Your Eyes Are Swollen When Your Hair's A Mess And Your Lips Taste Like A Cigarette Is This Something Am I Lovesick Or Is This Some Kind Of Trick In The Meantime I'll Lay"