Dave Gahan - Black and blue again

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I m back in the room with the two-way door
I don t know where it is, I sure been there before
The thoughts in my head, I just can t describe
They re just too insane, and they re all outside

All my apologies, they ve been used up
All my words, they re not enough
I m asking you on my knees
To look inside me
I m black and blue again

I m black and blue again

Do you remember we were such good friends
And now we re back in the ring fighting again
The taste that s in my mouth
You see it s not very nice
Screaming at you
There s tears in your eyes

All my apologies, they ve been used up
All my words, they re not enough
I m asking you on my knees
To look inside me
I m black and blue again

I m black and blue again

I m not very nice
You said I m not very nice
I m not very nice
You said I m not very nice
I m not very nice
You see I m not very nice

All my apologies, they ve been used up
All my words, they re not enough
I m asking you on my knees
To look inside me
I m black and blue again

I m black and blue again
Black and blue again
Black and blue again

I m not very nice
You know I m not very nice
You said I m not very nice

Inne utwory

  • Deeper and deeper
  • Bitter apple
  • Dirty sticky floors
  • Use you
  • Down
  • A little lie
  • 21 Days
  • Stand up
  • Miracles
  • Insoluble
  • A little piece
  • Maybe
  • I need you
  • Stay
  • Breathe
  • Saw something
  • Kingdom
  • Hold on

    • Losowe utwory

    Voices

    By myself but not alone
    The lights are on but no-one s home
    Not alone but by myself
    (unspoken) Let s talk about my mental health
    Not a drugged up fantasy
    A paranoid reality
    Found it hard to live with me

    Hear the voices in my head (in my...

    All about you

    You re best style
    Lookin so sharp
    Rockin hot smile
    You re gonna get far
    Belive it when I say oh yea yea
    There s no need to be who you re not
    All that you need is all that you ve got
    Just belive in yourself ooh ooh

    You...

    The charity of night

    Big city, Europa, July of 64.
    It s 5AM. Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic.
    Car slows beside him as he walks, hubcaps slow revolution, jaundiced
    looking pockmarked face round and windburn, short greasy black beard.
    Couple of language stabs, settle on English.
    It s...

    Trams of old London

    Trams of old London
    Taking my baby into the past in it
    Trams of old London blow my mind
    Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill
    Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh
    Waterloo and Clerkenwell
    Out to Aldgate East as well, uh-huh
    On a clear night...

    Do ya see the light

    Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya see the light
    Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya see the light
    Do you see the light?
    You can always call my name and I ll be there

    Do ya, do ya, do ya, do...