Planet Funk - Out on the dancefloor
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Out on the dancefloor I disappear
Out on the dancefloor I am not here
Out on the dancefloor I disappear
Out on the dancefloor I am not here
I don t think, I disappear
I don t think, no stupid fears
I don t think, about my hair
I don t think, about the clothes I wear
Just drunk on the dancefloor
I push into the crowd the sound and now I m alone
Cause I don t think about my death
I don t think I may connect
I don t think I need more money
About my body, about lovers n killers as I make it real love
Just drunk on the dancefloor
I push into the crowd the sound and now I m alone
Like a flock of gulls
Like a raging sea
Like a tree on fire
I am free yeah an empty page
Has drawn a screamin rage
My key, 5 seconds I am free
Just drunk on the dancefloor
I push into the crowd the sound and now I m alone Inne utwory
The end Stop me Planet Funk Ultraviolet days Late In the beginning Inside all the people Come alive Paraffin Who said Inhuman perfection Laces The waltz Peak Losowe utwory
Entrer dans la lumière
Comme un insecte fou
Respierer la poussière
Vous venir à genoux
Redécouvrir ma voix
En être encore capable
Devenir quelquefois
Un rêve insaisissable
Toucher des musiciens
Sourire à des visages
À quattre heures du...
Wander through the city baby
Tell me what you see
Pretty lights made out of sight
Make me sweat
Make me cry
Look into the mirror baby
Ask me what I think
The way you sway-let s go play
My hands upon your curving face
No one...
Don t be bothered by the fears.
I ll try to bottle them like my mothers perfume.
She wore it only on Sunday,
kept it safe in her room in a chest with a key.
We found it anyway.
Don t be bothered by the...
When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves, I ve let it go
We build our church above this street
We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It...
Wiem często jestem zwykłym chamem
Nie piszę nie dzwonię później przesrane mam
Spotykamy się - znów masz dystans do mnie
I znowu z mozołem musimy sobie przypomnieć
Nie jestem idolem w różowym sweterze
Zarośnięta morda jak zwykle - ja to pieprzę
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