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В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.07.2012

Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop

Where do we go from here?
There's something in the sky
Shining in the light
Spinning and far away

Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boy's own
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop, (Satellite)
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, (Satellite), Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop, (Satellite)
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, (Satellite), Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop
Looking for satellites
Looking for satellites

Where do we go to now?
There's nothing in our eyes
As lonely as a moon
Misty and far away

Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop, (Satellite)
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, (Satellite), Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop, (Satellite)
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, (Satellite), Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop
Looking for satellites
Looking for satellites

Satellite, Satellite, Satellite, Satellite

Looking satellites
Looking satellites

Where do we go from here?


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