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Dancehouse Flair Songtext

Oh, I hate these crippled minds
Too sweet to think, dumb and blind
Filled with yuppie-dreams
Swimming with the stream
Sex, drugs, dancehouse-flair
A bitter taste in the air
Better than the rest
You are the best

Styled to death, ice in the air
Have a taste of dancehouse-flair
We do not think, we do not care
Let's have a taste
Of dancehouse-flair

I'd like to make you disappear
I'd like to teach you how to fear
Yes there's more than bugs
Money, sex and drugs
I meet you when I walk around
Over bloody rich-man's grounds
On every scene
Now in my dreams

Styled to death....

Maybe you will rule this land
With just a single hand
But this shiny world you want to rent
Will be built on sand
I've tried to find
Nice words for you
But this hate-song
Was all I could do
'Cause you're

Styled to death...
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Album Into the Dawn (1992)

Another Tale
  1. 1.
    Into the Dawn
  2. 2.
  3. 3.
  4. 4.
    Dancehouse Flair
  5. 5.
  6. 6.
    No Way
  7. 7.
    I'm Going Home
  8. 8.
    Solid Truth
  9. 9.
    Inquisition Hymnes
  10. 10.
    No More Time
  11. 11.
    Idiot
Another Tale - Dancehouse Flair
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