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Depeche Mode Remixes 81 04

Words like violence break the silence Come crashing in, into my little world Painful to me, pierce right through me Can't you understand? Oh, my little

As your bony fingers close around me Long and spindly death becomes me Heaven can you see what I see Hey you pale and sickly child You're death and living

Words like violence break the silence Come crashing in, into my little world Painful to me, pierce right through me Can't you understand? Oh, my little

Experiences have a lasting impression But words once spoken, don't mean a lot now Belief is the way the way of the innocent And when I say innocent, I

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound Oh that pounds from within and is pinning me down Here

Well, if you ever plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it winds from Chicago to L. A.

Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears An' the in between years And the troubles I've seen Now that I'm clean You know what I mean I've broken