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quarta-feira, agosto 23, 2006

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Who Are You, Defenders Of The Universe? (The Dears)

We want your information
We will do what we must
But not here or in front of people or
on the phone

We're not all blood-sucking leeches
For we all have families too
But that don't mean that we really
love them or that we don't
'Cos I can't love you
And you can't love me
But I can love you
And you can lover me

Love me

It's not a confrontation
(ALL ACROSS THE WORLD OPEN YOUR MOUTH)
We are here because we are broke
(GIVE US WHAT WE WANT, WE'VE HAD ENOUGH)
But we don't expect a hand out of anything
(SOUL! SOUL! SOUL! SOUL! SOUL!)
'Cos I can't help you
And you can't help me
Oh I can help you
And you can help me
I can help you
You can help me
I can help you
You can help me

Help me

Help you
(It's not an impossible situation)
Help me
(It's not an impossible situation)
Help you
(It's not an impossible situation)
Help me
(It's not an impossible situation)

I know there is doubt we can do this
but
I can help you