: (Bowie) Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in Suburbia Down on myself
In mornings she's so regal like the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slow Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good God, oh my", I cry And die, and lie beside She is the apple in my eye She talked
You hoo you hoo you hoo You hoo you hoo you hoo All our friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No preachy friars No trendy
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(Bowie) Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Übersetzung: David Bowie. Buddha of Suburbia.
: (Bowie) Shine shine shine (x6) Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How
: (Bowie) And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my
: (Bowie) In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slow Now we're swimming up farther with the doll
: (Bowie) Though the idea of convulsion/confession? is said to be The union of christ and his bride The christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the
(Bowie) Shine shine shine (x6) Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How
(Bowie) And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my