Lyrics:
Больше нечего терять
Лишь воспоминания
Останутся как
Танцевали до утра
Под Depeche Mode
Подпевали мы тогда
Лишь в унисон
Разъезжались по домам
Под Depeche
to Depeche Mode
Tonight you're mine
Rekindled fascination
Blood turns to wine
Lead me into damnation
"Never Let Me Down" She said.
Lyrics I'll never forget
dépêche vite
Qu'j'gratte des tubes à la Depeche Mode
Qu'j'gagne les thunes que je mérite vite
Pour qu'un jour j'influence les codes
AH
Rap en scred depuis
Listening to Depeche Mode
Never really knew how to let go
Come way from the top and descend slow
Listening to Depeche Mode
Never really knew how
And fall into my arms
See Depeche Mode Live
Get tickets as low as $19
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Schlafsack aus den Orion (cüş)
Ich glaub', das Leben ist ein Ponyhof (Pony)
Genieß' die Stille so wie Depeche Mode (Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode
Страна цвета фьюжн
Мой голос чуть простужен
И мыслями контужен
Включаю Depeche Mode
Ты идешь по осенней мокрой улице
Твоим кедам давно уже за 30
To forget indoctrination
And embrace ourselves
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And you know
Hangin' out in the commode
Listening to Depeche Mode
You look like some kind of toad
Why are you a moron?
Got a skateboard, gnarly rad
With money
Maiden.
Ты лезешь в мош под попсу, нацепив нелепый шмот.
А я наслаждаюсь тишиной – я как Depeche Mode.
Я – как Depeche Mode. Ты – как Технология:
Ты хочешь
Hangin' out in the commode
Listening to Depeche Mode
You look like some kind of toad
Why are you a moron?
Got a skateboard "gnarly rad"
With money
myślami
I pewnie teraz myślisz sobie że jestem młody
Niedoświadczony, nie dla ciebie stworzony
Ale ja zabiorę cię daleko stąd
I posłuchamy Depeche Mode
depeche mode
Got that goth-pop bumpin'
Babe I got the antidote
You don't really know how I feel
I've been chugging every day
I keep it secret for real
Внутри меня пустыня, я песочный человек
Бесчувственное тело, Rolling stone в голове
Стиль Depeche mode, из года в год
Я рожден, чтобы добраться до
Professionals, moving the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah! Got a connect? No!
Who in the F knows how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus," I'm in Depeche
page
Max shit, Malcom X shit, I do the right thing new school days
Build a fresh coat taste the Kool Aid
Depeche Mode I'm on the new wave
All
Professionals, moving the decimals
Know where to cop? Nah! Got a connect? No!
Who in the F knows how to be successful
Need a Personal Jesus," I'm in Depeche
(Originally performed by Depeche Mode
Music: Depeche Mode / Lyrics: Piotr Wiwczarek)
I feel you
Your son is dead
I feel you
Within my mind
You're
that's a song by Depeche Mode"
I say, and then she says
"Who's Depeche Mode?"
People younger than me, they really scare me
People younger than me, they
they'll rid us all!
Okay so lets go, retro-gression I'm guessing that Wrek knows
Sees memories all in my flesh though, strange love, he's in a depeche
here
and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
up to here
lyrics have no dress code
from KRS to depeche mode
Kid I'm so cool you catch
here
and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
up to here
lyrics have no dress code
from KRS to depeche mode
Kid I'm so cool you catch
your pound
Not Depeche Mode
We're on Fresh Mode
Now where's Young (scratch) Einstein (scratch)
(the man with the beats to cause a disaster)
commercialize
They're sly like a fry guy stealing my fries
But it's about nothing but love
When we rockin' your pound
Not Depeche Mode
We're on Fresh Mode
Now
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