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The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter We're just another hype But the pressure's getting harder Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher A lovers' etiquette Make love on first impression And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Well, the lady buys a thrill Excitement in succession But a heartache won't partake In articulate obsession Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh yeah! Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Oh, well, pretty things at rest No courtesy surprising For love is heaven blessed All catastrophies denying Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Aw, when you're out on the street With your lovers infections Counting possibilities by elimination And your body's still damp From your one-room apartment And your heartache remains, when Love's not the antidote You'll submerge again Emerge again Just get off the street! Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Just keep on dancing Whatever gets you through the night Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher Get on up, get on up, get on up Take it much higher |
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| 4:45 |
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Just you and me and a Marxist gun
Heaven knows you've got a lot to learn Fall in love or take your time Don't you know You've gotta take your turn Son, your ambition's way too high Once you're gone misquoted apathy Your pacifier broken heart's So much better than your reverie (you'll ever be) Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Forget the love Forget the fun Can depend on every word I say Don't take no shit from anyone Can't accept you right away Well, don't offend my heart with love As imitation lovers do Just motivate your callous heart Don't you know this time the joke's on you On every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you On every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Persecution on your hands Observations of a refugee, oh yeah Oh making love with one so dear Emulation of a strategy Your proposition's way too high Your criminal connections start, oh yeah The pressure of your body down Consummation of a naked heart, yeah Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Well on every state line I'm workin' on love I'm workin' on you Pushin' on, baby Well on every state line I'm workin' on love, my love |
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| 2:44 |
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Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting Inserting love into you Communist China Take me to heaven Somebody wrong We'll throw glass in your face Call it new propaganda Still, we've been waiting for so long I'll take you out in the moonlight Oblique horizons won't do The knife in your fist Is breaking up the white walls Here's penetration for you Face-to-face confrontation Personal problems for you And conversation's getting far too vicious Impersonation won't do |
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| 4. |
| 6:46 |
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Standing outside on a kitchen floor
Love utensils in the palm of her hand Saluting supermarket majorettes We understand Oh, muzak for digital clocks Departmental stores, vacate no sound Exchanging surgical appliances On hired ground And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Soldierettes marching in the parking lot Bleach your body, be proof to the fact Moving out in all directions And turning back Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam Masturbated over jilted bouquets Approximation's counting on a freight line We pull away And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Oh, Nazis in full attack Burning niggers in a cotton field Service stations offer promises And promises offer me And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia |
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| 4:59 |
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Flirting new ambition
Pressure for the ceiling No vacation on immaculate times Domestic training A woman's intuition A love is churning out on factory lines Health demanding Unfit behaviour Commuters converse in satirical signs Know no news and no personnel crisis With new indifferent industrial crimes Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin Love affairs And endless strategies I don't believe in a word they said City limits No more information Go follow navigation in your head Welcome to suburban Berlin Welcome to suburban Berlin |
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| 6. |
| 3:31 |
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There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose It seems so sentimental Why should I care? Somewhere there's a sound of distant living Locked up in high society It seems so artificial Why should I care? Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Another vehicle heads for sunset No other providence will do They're only buildings and houses Why should I care Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo Oh ho ho Life can be cruel Life in Tokyo |
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| 3:38 |
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Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget Echoings deep in my throat It's so cold in this luncheonette, well Somebody wants to know you An ordinary boy Somebody wants to know you A standard polaroid, well Here I am European son Sometimes the passenger European son Here I am Suffragettes in Washington Disposable serviettes Searching for the quiet life There's no love in this luncheonette, well |
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| 4:13 |
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties Where will she go What shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's parties What shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrows A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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| 4:50 |
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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough Boys, would that ever cross your mind Boys, are you contemplating Moving out somewhere Boys, will you ever find the time? Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why Here we are stranded Somehow it seems the same, beware. Here comes the quiet life again? As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
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| 3:46 |
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Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat Maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse than none at all Oh little girl In that case I don't want no part I do believe that would only break my heart So if you feel like loving me If you've got that notion I second that emotion So if you feel like giving me A life-time of devotion I second that emotion Maybe you think that love will tie you down And you don't seem to like to hang around Or maybe you think thot love was made for fools So it makes you wise to break the rules I second that emotion I second that emotion I second that emotion (Oh little girl) |
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