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David Bowie Buddha Of Suburbia

we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in Suburbia Down on myself

And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good God, oh my", I cry And die, and lie beside She is the apple in my eye She talked

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(Bowie) Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

(Bowie) Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

: (Bowie) And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my

: (Bowie) Though the idea of convulsion/confession? is said to be The union of christ and his bride The christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the

(Bowie) Shine shine shine (x6) Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How

(Bowie) And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my