| So OK
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| You think I’m some kind of
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| Semolina-headed
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| Fired and fettered
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| Little virgin
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| Well, that’s OK with me
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| One arm in the ashtray
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| One arm around your neck
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| Pulling you across the six-weeks sheets to me
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| Oh! |
| You see
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| Oh! |
| You see
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| I could be a walking one-man career
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| For some psychiatrist
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| It’s true
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| I’m open to everyone
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| Unique to a few
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| What about you?
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| Yeah! |
| How about you?
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| A sleaze burger
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| Grease grimer
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| Eyeliner
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| Whiner
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| Up to your ears in a mecca of broken dreams
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| Only just getting by
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| With another calculated lie
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| Your lobotomy eyes
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| Tell me a million different versions
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| Of what you’ve seen
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| And what you’ve been
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| Trying to dodge the shadows
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| Of the lights upon the tarmac
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| Desperation kicks me to the kill
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| 'Cos baby
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| I’m waiting at the station
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| For my train to ruination
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| Just trying to find a way to cheat the bill
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| If they hit you on one cheek
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| Then smash them on the other
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| It’s a knuckle-duster path
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| We walk to survive
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| Pinch yourself and shake the sand out of the seams
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| As the time
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| To climb out of the litter bin arrives
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| Loose limbed and lycra lipped
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| My lipsalve sticks on you
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| Blitzed and bomber bug eye
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| Bite the soft skin on the inside
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| Resist the watering sensation
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| To bite my way right through
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| Bite my way right through you
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| I’m gonna bite my way right through you
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| All washed up and nowhere to go
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| All washed up and nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go
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| I gotta go go go
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| I’m gonna go go go
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| The kitchen smells
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| Smoked and burnt and up
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| Stale milk and
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| Rotten peel across the floor
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| Watch you with admiration
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| As you get yourself together
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| To peel the damp dried
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| Teabags off the wall
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| Salvage up some sugar
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| To sweeten up together
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| From the bugs that bite
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| Escaping from the bed
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| Love this riddled ruin
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| Be the bag to hide my head in
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| And walk the weary way
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| To desolation day, instead
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| We’re waiting at the station
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| For our train to ruination
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| Who cares the destination!
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| Who cares if we arrive
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| The smell of us
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| The damp
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| That eats the bathroom round the tiles
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| Something tells me
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| We’ve been here all the time |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Amongst the Ruined, artist - Marc Almond. Album song Flesh Volcano / Slut, in the genre Иностранный рок