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Текст (слова) песни: Gary Numan - Dark Sunday
You`re like poison
You 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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