Zooropa (1993)
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| What do you want? What do you want? Zooropa, Vorsprung durch Technik Zooropa, a bluer kind of white What do you want? Zooropa, better by design And I have no compass And I have no religion Don't worry baby, it'll be alright No particular place names Don't worry baby, it's gonna be alright She's gonna dream up |
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| Babyface | |
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| Catching your bright blue eyes In the freeze frame I've seen them so many times I feel like I must be your best friend You're looking fine, so fine, oh my, Dressed up like a lovely day Babyface, babyface Coming home late at night Babyface, babyface Do do do... etc. Babyface, babyface, slow down child, |
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| Numb | |
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| One nine nine three Soul assassins come to deal with roughneck destruction I feel numb U2 come down with the matter of numb business Top of the matter Don't move Don't grab Don't check I feel numb Don't whisper I feel numb Don't travel by train Don't fill out any forms Don't take it on board I feel numb Don't be heavy I feel numb Don't change your brand Come on, come on, hey Don't plead Don't theorize, realise, polarise Don't spy Don't drive Don't project Don't project I feel numb Don't follow I feel numb Don't protest I feel numb I feel numb I feel numb |
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| Lemon | |
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| Lemon See through in the sunlight She wore lemon Never in the daylight She's gonna make you cry She's gonna make you whisper and moan But when you're dry She draws water from a stone I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowlys slipping under She wore lemon A man makes a picture And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore Midnight is where the day begins Lemon A man builds a city And these are the days when our work has come assunder Midnight is where the day begins A man makes a picture |
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| Stay (Faraway, So Close!) | |
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| Green light, Seven Eleven You stop in for a pack of cigarettes You don't smoke, don't even want to Hey now, check your change Dressed up like a car crash Your wheels are turning but you're upside down You say when he hits you, you don't mind Because when he hurts you, you feel alive Hey babe, is that what it is Red lights, gray morning And if you look, you look through me If I could stay... Faraway, so close And if you listen I can't call If I could stay... Three o'clock in the morning Just the bang |
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| Daddy's Gonna Pay For Your Crashed Car | |
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| You're a precious stone, you're out on your own You know everyone in the world, but you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache Daddy gives you as much as you can take A-ha, sha-la, a-ha, sha-la Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car A little uptight, you're a baby's fist You've got a head full of traffic Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday's alright |
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| Some Days Are Better Than Others | |
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| Some days are dry, some days are leaky Some days come clean, other days are sneaky Some days take less, but most days take more Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor Some days you're quick, but most days you're speedy Some days.... it all adds up Some days are slippy, other days sloppy Some days you wake up with her complaining Some days you hear a voice Some days are honest some days are not Some days you work, most days you're lazy Some days... you feel ahead Some days you hear a voice |
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| The First Time | |
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| I have a lover, A lover like no other She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul And she teach me how to sing Shows me colours when there's none to see I have a brother, When I feel myself goin' down My father is a rich man |
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| Dirty Day | |
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| I don't know you And you don't know the half of it I had a starring role I was the bad guy who walked out They say be careful where you aim 'cause where you aim you just might hit You can hold on to something so tight You've already lost it Dragging me down It was a dirty day You're looking for explanations From father to son Get it right Wake up These days, days, days run away like horses over the hill |
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| The Wanderer | |
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| I went out walking through the streets paved with gold Lifted some stones Saw the skin and bones Of a city without a soul I went out walking under an atomic sky Where the ground won't turn And the rain it burns Like the tears when I said goodbye Yeah I went with nothing I went drifting through the capitals of tin I went out riding I went with nothing I went out there I went out searching, lookin' for one good man Yeah I left with nothing |
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