spoken voice: ... abort your mission, looks like you've got to abort this situation .... Tricky: The revolution will be televised in Iran And the Holy
Lubna & Tricky: I realize, there's no compromise Through lion eyes, I love for (?) Just wasn't there, even though I care Did I hurt you back / bad (?),
Joseph: They want to see me cry I would rather fly I'm swimming in my grease Angel, touch my face She leads me by my hand To castles in the sand Suffocating
Dem bwoy, dey a TV gangsta, Coulda neva wanna see my anger, Can you relate? It's too late. If a bwoy think this a na go round ting, Control him, That
spoken voice: ... abort your mission, looks like you've got to abort this situation .... Tricky: The revolution will be televised in Iran And the
Tricky: Don?t wanna stay Don?t wanna stay Costanza Francavilla : I don?t really care or share with you I would rather walk alone I?m forgetting where
Knew you'd be here tonight So I put my best dress on Boy, I was so right Our eyes connected Now nothing's how it used to be No second guesses Check
Tricky & Costanza: I?m antimatter I don?t matter Cancer phones Break my bones I?m illusion Sonic solution Magic mind Sonic pollution I just detox I
Tricky: Little blood clock You could never test I You come close Just close my left eye See with my third The rest you never heard Executive roosters
Hafdis Huld & Tricky: Jesus said to Mary, you really can come I'm tired, love, and I'm feeling real numb Gotta see if my father's come I'm under pressure
Lubna & Tricky: I used to wait for her outside the school gates She's fifteen and pregnant, I guess it's too late I guess I'm too young, but I do what
Tricky & Costanza: If I say jump jump You say how high Standing like a mannequin Mannequins don?t fly Don?t swim don?t grin Take it like a real man Take
Costanza Francavilla: What is wrong with us All we do is fight Get out of my view I?m not feeling right I?m not feeling good I don?t think I should Something
Tricky & Costanza: You leave me hungry Wanting more Am I thirsty I wasn?t sure See me driving Through the rain Why am I driving I can?t explain In my
Costanza Francavilla : Dear God Hope you got the message, and I pray you can make it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
Costanza & Tricky: Doesn?t matter about the time we take Doesn?t matter about the lies we make Go slow I think of how you?re making me mad I think of
Tricky: If I came into your life If I come to my life The life was strange We rely the same horse (but I think it?s: We remain the same) Set the pain,
Tricky: It?s my world It?s my world Tricky & Costanza: Running Breathing Deceiving Take and make What you breath in Know me Show me Hardly No you can