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Artist: DEPECHE MODE Album: Exciter Title: The Dead of Night
We're the horniest boys With the corniest ploys Who take the easiest girls To our sleaziest worlds With our lecherous plans In our treacherous hands You'd be wasting your time Saying no, it's a crime
All that we live For you'll regret All you remember We'll forget
We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds
We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons
With our decadent minds And our innocent lines You'll be playing our games With your bodies in flames
When delirious fun Has seriously begun You'll be down on your knees You'll be begging us please
All we're demanding You'll supply All we're accused of We'll deny
We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds
We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons
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