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The Knife




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The Knife Album


The Knife (02/05/2001)
02/05/2001
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Something's gotten all over my head
And it won't leave me alone
Neon when you come on

Something's gotten all over my head
And it won't let me go
Neon when you come on

Something's got a hole in my head
And I didn't know
Neon when you come on

Something's got a hole in my head
And I didn't know
Neon when you come on
(And you) Come on

It brings a new type of grace
And it keep coming back for more
And it leaves me with a shimmering face
And it keep coming back
LyricsFor more

And it brings a new type of grace
And it keep coming back for more
And it leaves me with a shimmering face
And it keep coming back
For more

Neon when you come and go
Neon when you come and go
Neon when you come and go
Neon when you come and go
Neon when you come and go
Neon when you come and go

(Neon) And it brings a new type of grace
And it keep coming back for more
(Neon) And it leaves me with a shimmering face
And it keep coming back
For more


. . .



Charlotta making lasagne
With me above the clouds
Charlotta making lasagne
With me above the clouds
But you could have waited

You could have locked yourself up
For ten years or so
And when you finally came out
There would still be no chances for you

Charlotta running around with Felicia
Charlotta running around with Felicia
But you could have waited

You could have locked yourself up
For ten years or so
And when you finally came out
There would still be no chances for you

I look for moves and I search for breaths
LyricsSoon it leaves me
Thinking about death

I look for moves and I search for breaths
Soon it leaves me
Thinking about death

Beautiful sky
My car and me leave town for a while
You are a yellow surprise
Noticing water is friendly sometimes
But you could have waited

You could have locked yourself up
For ten years or so
And when you finally came out
There would still be no chances for you

But you could have waited (waited)
But you could have waited (waited)

I look for moves and I search for breaths
Soon it leaves me
Thinking about death

I look for moves and I search for breaths
Soon it leaves me
Thinking about death

Waited
Waited
Waited


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I heard a puff
I heard a blow
I felt the ground
I felt the snow
I thought of linen and of lace
I never really saw his face

I heard a grunt
I heard a moan
I felt the sun
I saw the moon
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

LyricsI heard a wisper in my ear
âЂќyou are not here, you are not hereâЂќ
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

my feet was hurt and heals were sore
and I wondered why it burned
and I wondered why it burned

Then I had to climbe down
I went down to see the sun rise
and then I had to climbe back up again
I had to be there to see the sun rise
All the air that you sent to guide me
had a tone of the elephant grey
we were all there in the morning
we were there and we wanted to stay

So quite alot of what people had hear was right, some was wrong.


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Somebody saw me,
Watching schoolgirls on their knees,
But I don't know why

I am the schoolgirl's dream,
I am under eighteen,
But I don't know why

I just had to die--

Somebody saw me,Lyrics
Watching schoolgirls on their knees,
But I don't know why

I am the schoolgirl's Queen,
I am under eighteen
And I can't tell you why

I had decided to die--

I'm not afraid of the shire,(lol?)
I'm on fire!

I'm not afraid of the shire,
I'm on fire!

Hey little girl is your Daddy home
I'm not afraid of the shire,
I'm on fire!


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I take time

I take time

I ride your bullet from the south
A different taste in my mouth

I ride your bullet from the south
A different taste in my mouth

I take time

I ride your bullet from the south
A different taste in my mouth


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In the middle of nowhere
When we're looking for something
Then we raise our heads for the colour red
I am too a spirit and a wonderer
And I welcomed the dew as much as you did

When we're looking for brushwood
In the nearest neighbourhood
Then we follow the sky with the eye
We search vegetation
And surprised by the rain
We're stumbling, tripping home again

In the middle of nowhere
When we're looking for something
Then we raise our heads for the colour red
I am too a spirit and a walker
And I welcomed the dew as much as you did

We found the little man
And his aeroplane
But we never located the animal
Examined the dirty ground
Like it never been done
Modern exploring of 1991


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Zapata

[No lyrics]

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If I was a bird
I would fly high over the world
Come home at night to your garden
Build a nest among the branches
And I'll comb your hair with my beak

If I was a bird
I would count my time in pearls
Under my wings you'll find shelter
You'll breed bugs and keep me well fed
And I proclaim the reason why I'll have to fly

But you wanted me to be a girl
Without feathers without urge
Then my wings quick dissappeared
And left was only fear
And I proclaim the reason why I'll have to fly

Proclaim the reason why I'll have to fly
I'll have to fly


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This is our last goodbye
Now you should be holding me

Punkrock t-shirt, black cap and tatoo
The first things I noticed about you

Now you should be holding me
Now you should be holding me


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(Laughter)

I'm a crusader
I'm the darkest lady
I'm the taste on your tongue

I'm Darth Vader
I know what I'm made of
Cause I was born by the sun
The sun

You're looking for me
But it's not what you seek
I've got a twisted personality

You're a crusader
You're the darkest lady
I like the taste of your tongue

You are Darth Vader
I know what you're made of
LyricsAnd you were born by the sun
By the sun
By the sun
The sun

And I'm looking for you
And I'm glad I found me
A special kind of personality

When the spark goes out of you
And (???) fear me
I am your lung

I'm Darth Vader
I know what I'm made of
Cause I was born by the sun
By the sun
The sun
The sun

I was looking for you
I'm not glad I found me
A special kind of personality

Yes, you are the crusader
You are the lady
I want to chase your tongue

You are Darth Vader
I know what you're made of
You are like a lung
A lung
A lung
A lung

(And you were born by the sun) You're looking for me
(By the sun) But it's not what you seek
(By the sun) I've got a twisted personality
By the sun

You're looking for me
But it's not what you seek
I've got a twisted personality (A special kind of personality)

(Laughter)


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Reindeer, reindeer, reindeer
I caught one of your horns
And even if it rains here
It's much worse in the north

Reindeer, reindeer, reindeer
I caught one of your horns
And even if it rains here
It's much worse in the north

And you move like shadows
In the dark
And you glitter and you glimmer
And you bark

Moon's light the feathers
The sleigh this year is heavier
I thought we'd reached Warzava
But we are stuck in Vasa

And Santa here is faster
LyricsThis house must be the last now
And we follow mister Santa
To the end

Reindeer, reindeer, reindeer
Your formate friend
Humble heavy loaded
And soon it's time again

And you move like shadows
In the dark
And you glitter and you glimmer
And you bark

Moon's light the feathers
The sleigh this year is heavier
I thought we'd reached Warzava
But we are stuck in Vasa

And Santa here is faster
This house must be the last now
And we follow mister Santa
To the end

Moon's light the feathers
The sleigh this year is heavier
I thought we'd reached Warzava
But we are stuck in Vasa

And Santa here is faster
This house must be the last now
And we follow mister Santa
To the end

And we follow mister Santa
To the end
And we follow mister Santa
To the end
And we follow mister Santa
To the end
And we follow mister Santa
To the end

Moon's light the feathers
The sleigh this year is heavier
I thought we'd reached Warzava
But we are stuck in Vasa

And Santa here is faster
This house must be the last now
And we follow mister Santa
To the end


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