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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Motorhead - Wake The DeadWhen your name is spoken Then Your soul awakes as well And there is n limit to the power of the spell You can never leave it You can never let it lie You must find the speaker For one of you must die The name, the name, the name, the names the same All your lives are on the line All your lives are on the line And all your life you know youre dying What you know, you must not tell What you know, you must not sell All the secrets you can keep All the lies you cannot speak Everybody steals your time Thousand voices in your head Everybody, everybody Shouting fit to wake the dead When you see the devil Then youre looking for relief And there is no relief And there is no justice Keep your tongue between your teeth You can be the devil But you cannot count the cost All your time is wasted All your love is lost The name, the name, the names the same Play the game You can never be the one You can never be the one When you know all your love is gone What you know, you must not tell What you know, you must not sell All the secrets you can keep All the lies you cannot speak Everybody steals your time Remember me, what I said Everybody, everybody Shouting fit to wake the dead When you are alone here In the houses of the blind Dont you ever wonder what happened to the time? You cannot regain it You cannot bring it back Stretched out on the rack The name, the name, the names the same The name, the names the game You will never know the truth You will never know the truth We both know you will never look What you have is yours, my friend You will never see the end All your future gone to hell All your past an empty shell You can;t kep upon your secret shelf You are not the Antichrist You are not the Lord of Flies You are not important now You are not the one to dread Everybody, everybody The name, the names the game |
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