mardi 8 avril 2008

Protect me (Placebo)

It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave

Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home
Corporate amercica wakes
Coffe republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate

Oh the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want

Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And nom we're all alone

Wedding belles ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime

And both of us sentenced to time

And now we're all alone

Protect me from what I want

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