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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Gary Numan -  Dark SundayYou`re like poisonYou smile at me
 Talk of love.
 `He` will forgive me
 If I confess.
 
 Your dark Sunday
 You lied to me
 And so I
 Replaced God
 With a picture of my car.
 
 I don`t like this
 I don`t like this.
 
 I`m on the E kick
 So heaven`s in my head
 I`m in Outland
 Shame on me.
 
 I want pictures
 People come, people go
 D`you think God
 Will forgive me soon?
 
 You won`t like this
 You won`t like this.
 
 Rip it up
 Rip it into pieces
 Rip it up
 Rip it for good.
 
 Touch me, touch me.
 
 He won`t like this
 He won`t like this
 
 `He` won`t touch me
 I can`t dance and I can`t sing
 I`m not stone shape
 But time runs out.
 
 I don`t like this
 All I see is cold and hard
 All I can do now
 Is break `the word`
 
 I don`t like this
 I don`t like this.
 
 `He` will love me?
 Well thank him
 For nothing.
 I need that like
 I need a disease.
 
 So pray for me.
 I don`t mind
 I don`t care.
 I`ve found love
 It`s an American machine.
 
 I don`t like this
 I don`t like this.
 
 
     
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