Intro
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Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and
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Wondered if you saw things my way
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People will hold us to blame
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It hit me today, it hit me today
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We're taking it hard all the time
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Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind
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We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
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Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
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We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
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They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far
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For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
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For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
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You're just an ally of the leecher
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Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps
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And your nimble dress that trails
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Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
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Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
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We are the dead
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One thing kind of touched me today
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I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
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Pressing our love through the night
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Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
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Now I'm hoping some one will care
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Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
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Trusting on the sons of our love
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That someone will care, someone will care, but now
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We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
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Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
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It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
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And the streets are full of press men
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Bent on getting hung and buried
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And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt
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Who sucks you while you're sleeping
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It's the theater of financiers
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Count them, fifty round a table
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White and dressed to kill
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Oh caress yourself, my juicy
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For my hands have all but withered
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Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
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Because of all we've seen
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Because of all we've said
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We are the dead
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We are the dead
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We are the dead
OUTRO: D#m Gb F
- 1. Chord Gitar David Bowie - We Are The Dead Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar E)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar David Bowie - We Are The Dead Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar E)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan