Текст песни Tricky - Feed Me
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Tricky:Hey you, so whatcha gonna doUnbearable, searable, popular demandFrom cradle to grave, the simple diary of manUnbearable, searable, popular demandUnbearable, searable, popular demandFrom cradle to grave, the simple diary of manUnbearable, searable, popular demandMartina:How things are together we`ll destroyAnd then we can destroy what we areTogether we can build what we are when we dream the spirit freeWe don`t give praise, we take praiseSo why are we?Tricky:Unbearable, searable, popular demandFrom cradle to grave, the simple diary of manMartina:How things are together we`ll destroy And then we can destroy what we areTogether we can build what we are when we dream the spirit freeWe don`t give praise, we take praiseSo why are we?Tricky:Unbearable, searable, popular demandFrom cradle to grave, this simple diary of manUnbearable, searable, popular demandMartina:Feed me when I`m hungryDrink me `till I`m dryThe dream of yesterday becomes another lieYou feed me lies, distortion, the English disasterNo one`s free from love for one masterTricky:Unbearable searable popular demandFrom cradle to grave, the simple diary of manMartina:We found a new place to live where we`re taught to grow strongAnd strongly sensitive, it always sets the sceneryColors leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenerySee how it is X2The only lessons you teach us from a marginThey ask my originThe only lessons you teach us from a marginThey ask my origin, it`s a moral sin, it`s a moral sinExtract from crystal though nothing is clearI despise you, damn you, dream youI love youBut still nothing is clearI think of when i found youYou keep on singin while I`m drowningDown into that two-tone visionI`ve been raised in this placeAnd now concrete is my religionSee how it is X4The only lessons you teach us from a marginYou ask my originThe only lessons you teach us from a marginThey ask my originThe only lesson you teach us, wrong and rightYou ask my originThe only lesson you teach us, wrong and rightThey ask my origin, it`s a moral sin, it`s a moral sin