Placebo - Centrefolds

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Come on Balthazar
I refuse to let you die
Come on fallen star
I refuse to let you die
Cause it s wrong
And I ve been waiting far too long
It s wrong
I ve been waiting far too long
For you to be
Be mine
For you to be mine
Be mine
For you to be mine
And it s wrong
I ve been waiting far too long
It s wrong
I ve been waiting far too long
For you to be

All the centrefolds
That you can t afford
They ve long since waved their
Last good-byes
All the centrefolds
That you can t afford
You ve long since faded from
Their eyes
So be
Be mine
So be
Be mine

Inne utwory

  • 36 Degrees
  • Blue American
  • Because I Want You
  • Passive aggressive
  • Protect me from what i want
  • Crush
  • Bubblegun
  • Waiting for the son of man
  • Lady of the flowers
  • Kitsch object
  • Second sight
  • Teenage angst
  • Mars landing party
  • Plasticine
  • Carbon Kid
  • Brick shithouse
  • Something rotten
  • Lazarus
  • Losowe utwory

    Nutbush city limits

    Church-house Gin-house
    School-house Out-house
    on highway number nineteen
    the people keep the city clean

    they call it nutbush
    oh nutbush
    call it nutbush city limits

    Twenty-five was the speed limit
    a motorcycle not allowed in it
    you go to...

    Everything sucks

    If somebody s askin I ve gone away
    Yeah somebody s packin and gone today
    The summer was lovely and I enjoyed my stay
    Maybe I ll be back one day
    Sorry to hurry but I ll miss my plane

    Don t worry...

    Tocas miracle

    If you re gonna save the day, and you re hearin what I say
    I feel ur touch, ur kiss it s not enough and if u believe in me
    Don t think my loves not for real
    I won t take nothin less then a deeper...

    Break me down

    Give me a moment here
    Just enough to catch my breath
    something is happing here
    and it s scaring me to death
    you push me to the edge where I want to risk it all again
    for the first time in a long time I m throwing caution to the wind

    You can break me down...

    Kitsch object

    Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
    If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
    With artistic license, always comes for free
    Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

    Snook your way backstage
    Paris sets the rage
    coursing on your brain
    so now...

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