Do you ever dance when you?re alone All by yourself inside your home Where your samba music plays And no one can see your face While the evening bus
Out in the street They're tryin' to arrest my friend They put him on ice now twice But he's back again Well he did that dance in Harlem All across
You gotta hold your mouth right When your going for the big one Once you get a line on love Don't let it get away Once you get a line on love Don't let
revoie dans ton sourir, Oui dans ma tete j'entends tes prouir toi ma fillette ma poupee de cire. Danse la nuit verra, des pas de danse, dans tout leur
Hey Waiter I'm first class Hey Waiter Where are we now? Am I last Am I last Hey Waiter Don't talk back These tenants speak A traveller's language Caucasian
are those who are dammed When the levee broke How many choked on the steps to a slow dance? A staircase to a hug with no hands Accountability hung out to dry on the line
you get is nothing. Slave on line SLAVE ON LINE No more sense No more feel SLAVE ON LINE Is no dream and is no real SLAVE ON LINE You're caught, you
the first time. the second time. let's stop this clock from starting. wrong, the time's spelled wrong. why won't you ever start? why won't you? time ticking
Static progress, senses gone Numb awareness, final psalm Swept away with the tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines
calm Static progress, senses gone Numb awareness, final psalm Swept away with the tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines
Through the holes in my hands (in my hands) Crown of thorns at my side (crown of thorns at my side) Drawing lines in the sand Tragic reflex, shattered
line We walked in line, we walked in line We walked in line, we walked in line We walked in line, we walked in line We walked in line, we walked in
(vocals by sophie barker) Wait in line ?Till your time Ticking clock Everyone stop Everyone's saying different things to me Different things to me Everyone
The days are spent chatting amongst the workers of how cold it is outside, not to mention their greatest fears: like finding their children neglected
suis frais toute la semaine Lunette karera J'traine les morceaux d'MC sous ma semaine On veut du cash monney Liasse de billets violets Trop de flob dans
L'autre jour dans un bosquet, Il me ceuilloit un bouquet; Il en orna ma boulette, Me disant: belle brunette, Flore est moins belle que toi: L'amour moins