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Rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (artic snow)
A pair of trainers (i ve got mine)
Could make a god of the two of us (i want yours)

I exist on (apropos)
I insist on (arctic snow)
A change of clothing (will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle...

I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
The manmade fibres (i ve got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright (i want yours)

I decide on (apropos)
I retreat from (arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse (will fill the void)
For a new world order (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle...
In a pile of days between no oceans
All the kids are rioting
There s no art in a broken head
All the kids are staying fat

And i m air-kissing, back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It s called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
It s called progress
If they want to kill themselves
Then buy them the gowns
It s called progress

Progress

Just one bell rang on Christmas day.
Just one sound kept the cold away.
Just one hope that it s part might play.
On this frosty morning.

Oh! What gifts might the angels bring,
If their choice was of everything?
Maybe just that more bells might ring,
On this frosty morning.

Oh! But I wish for you at...

Here we are, it s but another little fight
They want you to be the only one in sight
Don t just make believe that you really care
We know honestly, you still ask

Why you re calling
Why you re falling
Why...

Ona w sobie coś ma

Znam ją coraz mniej, taki mam fart
I wiem coraz mniej w co ona gra
Ma szesnaście lat i anioła twarz,
Ale świat trochę już zna.

Już wiem coraz mniej zgubiłem się
Chociaż tańczę z nią dziewiąty dzień
W dyskotece blues ma największy luz
Oprócz mnie każdy ją zna.

Ref: Ona w sobie coś...

Shape your eyes and watch them burn
there s always fire round the night
I want to grown into yourself
Wiping out the wise below
watch you change into a star
I want to gaze into a mirror
Shape your eyes and watch them burn
there s always fire...

I want to live in fire
With all the taste I desire
It s all good if you let me dive
With some sharks on the ground

You lose your routine
You lose your routine
You lose your routine
Cause I...