(Hofstede) Hands up He said If you move a little bit you`re dead I want the [melody?] that you were about to get Tonight They win I`m in a cellar and I have to stay in I have to write a song whether it`s right or wrong Here comes the young reporter In his overcoat I`m on the tape recorder In his motorboat Is he coming in time for me Click clack Turn the key They [have come?] to transport me <- I suggest : came back I`ll get used to music mystery Black car Dark street Red light High speed The rope is tight around my hands and feet Too late It`s done I`m on a record and I`ll have to stay on It`s on the playlist with a little luck it`s number one [?] [?]
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