Classics in the modern age Sixties remake Everything you've got in spades Your collarbone, shoulder blades (Hey) Bat your lips, shut your eyes (Hey)
's my heart, here's my heart You can take it with you To hold on is hard so remake me and you Remake me and Remake me and you Remake me and Remake me
To remake the young flyer Yes we must define his high desire Stand erect and not detect The anythings that we could not admire From a long line of high
hurry I hear a voice inside, God it sounds like mine Don't Remake Me Turning the clock I find that you are not fault for what you did Don't Remake Me
J'avoue J'en ai Bave Pas vous Love Avant D'avoir Eu vent De vous Love A votre Avis Qu'avons- Nous vu Love De vous A moi Vous m'a- Vez eu Love Helas Avril
A nocturnal concerto Candlelight whispers me where to go Hymn of gathering stars as my guide As I wander on this path of the night Embroidery of the
Nick and Kevin and Joe That is just the way we roll Nick was at the barber shop and Superman is Joe His name is Joe Yes, we know His name is Joe Yes,
In a deep blue sea of her dwelling grief She's breathing the pain that flows in her eyes Like the deepest fear that you've always felt but never shown
Alone and dressed by night cold winds were filled with fright And I, the woeful wonderer, with sin upon my shoulders Would you show me how to feel, how
Using the Guardian as a shield, to cover my thighs against the rain, I do not mind about my hair. Your jacket may be waterproof, but I know the moment
From out of the dark we descend upon your small blue world Millions of miles a way With blinding speed our destruction rains down on you To blow you away
Classics in the modern age Sixties remake Everything you've got in spades Your collarbone, shoulder blades (Hey!) Bat your lips Shut your eyes (Hey!)
Let the wind take care of gravity There's one big secret hidden, come with me Why should I want to leave, Unless you wanted me to go away Speak with a
Cold and risen from the grave Hidden years will tell no tales Now you seek what only heart can see Frozen in so many ways Drifting through the light inside
Diabolical screams and electrical strings As metal infects the air Thunder abounds,drums of war pound With spikes and blood in our hair Ravge the
Evil luciver, the hand of doom The rules to his game, there are none Hard drug abuse, this is the devil Pull the hammer back on the gun. It?s your life
Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the
Bản dịch: Atrocity. Blue Blood (Remake '96).
