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Assassination of the voice of God
I don't know if I can do it
I've found the problem and the problem's you
I'm here to pick up the pieces
You won't remember me but I do you
I told you that I would come back
Everything will be decided here
They can read it in the papers
Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me
Join the army you can see the world
I remember this one patrol
Been liberating river towns
And we picked up the sex skin crawl
We would sing the new leader's song
Everyone invented stories
The connection was a fragile thing
Far too many distractions
I've been listening to the new DJ
What's all this 'Original' con?
We all live in the same museum
We all rearrange the same old song
Assassination by the radio
I don't know if they can do it
I've found the problem and the problem's 'One'
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Can you feel it
This killing obsession
You know we're coming, You know we're coming
Can you feel it
We're the exhibition
Unknown and hostile we'll breathe for you
Can you feel it
We're the new obsession
Can you feel it
We're the new disease
You won't like it
Images of lovers
I don't need it, I don't need it
You won't like it
We believe in nothing
I don't remember did God retire
You won't like it
we're the new religion
You won't like it
We're the new disease
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
You won't like it
We're the new religion
You won't like it
We're the new disease
You won't like it
We're the new obsession
you won't like it
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This is a story
And this is a song
Every little thing that they
Tell you is wrong
This isn't evil
This is a sound
And this conversatoion is possibly down
I know that I'm not all that pretty
I know that I don't sound like I should
I don't even belong to fashion
This is a secret
And all this is true
Everything I tell you belongs here with you
I'm not a hero
I'm no good
I don't belong here but my heroes should
And I'm moving
And I'm lying down
And I'm losing
And I'm losing
This is uncertain
This is unsound
Is this a feeling or something I've found
This is a story
This is a song
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(Written by Sharpe / Numan)
New thing from London Town
Refugees of broken sound
The sound of breathing and crying hearts
This situation tears me apart
The new police will find me soon
I can't hide inside this room
I'm waiting for the boys to come
Then we can move out one by one
New thing from London Town
New thing from London Town
Nothing left to keep us down
We are not responsible
Someone waits and someone falls
We slide into the night
Silhouettes in a pale blue light
Take a look and look away
We need something we need to play
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I've been there and seen it
I've been up and down
And I've been fighting for so long now
I can't stop for all your stories
I can't stop for all you young hearts
Been up on the power
Been down and ashamed
I'm sure I'm guilty of some things now
I'm back and I'm proven
I'm back and I'm strong
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I don't know
I don't know
The dream was everything
I don't know
I don't know
If it's all falling down
I don't like it
I don't like it
I lose connection as they let me down
I don't like it
I don't like it
I lose connection as they let me down
What you gonna think
What you gonna do
What you gonna say
Are you gonna scream 'oh no'
What you gonna think
What you gonna do
What you gonna say
I just don't like this thing at all
(Strange charm)
Let the boys out
Let the boys out
And let the fun begin
Let the boys out
Let the boys out
And let the night come in
We don't like it
We don't like it
We're from the factory and we've come to play
We don't like it
We don't like it
We're from the factory and we've come to play
Let the boys out
You push too hard
You push too hard
Come closer and talk to me
You push too hard
You push too hard
D'you get the picture now
You won't like it
You won't like it
We get impatient as the time runs out
You won't like it
You won't like it
We get impatient as the time runs out
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Get the need
Get it
I'm in the movies
Hello young thing
I'm an old film star
Maybe you've seen my picture
I need it
Like an old newsreel
I'm just fading away
Bang bang dear
I've got the needles
And I've got the need
If you'd be so kind
Come on and feel the need in me
Come on and feel the need
Feel it!
Hello young thing
I've got reverse instructions
In the back of my car
I need it
Don't cry till this thing is over
And my friends applaud
Bang bang dear
When can we do this again
And put it all on film
Hello young love
I've got something to show you
And please don't feel ashame
I'm the man
I'm the atrocity film star
And I've got the need
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This is love
This is pain disguised as a dream
Memories
Are guaranteed to break your heart
Look at me
I woke up and found me alone
I wonder
If you'll ever think of me
I won't cry
Now you're gone
I won't cry
I should take your picture
From the wall
This is love
What's it for?
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And I have seen wonders
And I have seen miracles
I have seen some things
All lost to me now
Like tears in the rain
And I have seen sadness
And I have seen time run down
I've even seen men cry
It's all lost to me now
Like tears in the rain
And my memories
I can't give them away
So it's easy
Like a long, long sleep
I'm so tired
And it's my time to die
Welcome home
No exhibition
No screaming war song
No conversation
No more opinions here
And I have seen new wars
And I have seen things that you wouldn't believe
And I have seen my days
It's all lost to me now
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I listen to rumours
Stone cold and bleeding
They burn my heart away
Left me alone and afraid
Words seem to leave me
Just when I needed them
Just like I need you
Like I'm supposed to do
They say:
Love is deceiving
She won't stay forever
Love is deceiving
Is all that she knows
Love is deceiving
She'll leave you forever
Love is deceiving
She comes and she goes
I wonder
I wonder
I listen to rumours
Listen to everyone
Everyone but you
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