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Paroles Incognito Cut It Loose lyrics

Paroles Incognito Cut It Loose

(Jean-Paul Maunick / Dominic Oakenfull)



It's July but it's winter in your mind



You've been down but never quite this way before







It's a crime to watch the needle take another soul



Look around see the poison killing people by the score











You've got into something that's leading you nowhere, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out



Getting deeper into something, that leaves you with nothing, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out







Every time you escape into the wilderness



You will find it's stolen just a little more of you







You say you're fine, but it's only your imagination



Such a shame, 'cos you've only got yourself to blame







You've got into something that's leading you nowhere, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out



Getting deeper into something, that leaves you with nothing, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out







Such a shame, you've only got yourself to blame









You've got into something that's leading you nowhere, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out



Getting deeper into something, that leaves you with nothing, Cut It Loose



Yeah, yeah, Cut It Loose, turn it out
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  • Par le 2008/11/02 21:07

    Raise some dust, and raise your voice In the crowd they'll raise their arms Stunned and wild, stupefied You know they won't raise an eyebrow Raise the curtain on their fears Raise the funds and raise an army World will crawl, you raise your empire Day has come yet, raise your glass To people's inertia, following the leader Disgraceful lackeys, greeting you with low bow Raise their spirits, raise their hopes You will raise the cheers in them Stunned and wild, stupefied Not a voice will raise in protest Raise a smile and laugh with them Raise their ancient guide from the dead World will crawl, you raise your empire Day has come yet, raise your glass To people's inertia, following the leader Disgraceful lackeys, greeting you with low bow I scorn you pathetic flesh I hate you cattle enslaved, you cardboard puppet Witty eloquence's stronger than steel Ultimate present from the gods I'll lead you on the final wane