Текст (слова) песни: Depeche Mode - Sweetest Perfection
The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn`t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind
I stop and I stare too much Afraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When I need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me Feel something tugging me Then I want the real thing not tokens
The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn`t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind
Things you`d expect to be Having effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches me sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me
Sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldn`t trade
The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn`t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind (Repeat til end)
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