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• Artiste: PostScriptum
• Titre: Garbage Man
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Garbage Man Here comes a loaded gun Pointed at the only one The only one I'll ever believe Creating lies - am I now deceived? Is there no room for loving here? Give me some sense Some good atmosphere I hear voices from the underground I hear voices I don't understand But we can't go on Our feet are tied up, dead and numb As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind Here comes another lie Something tells me we're both gonna try Try to find that so-called love Between us it will never grow Let out your darkest side Let go of that desperate lie Give me love not what you say Give me love not hysteria But we can't go on Our feet are tied up, dead and numb As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind Hold on - hold on Hold on - hold on Hold on - hold on Hold on! As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind As we lay our weapons down Here comes that Garbage Man To erase my mind