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(Yeah, look at you)
Look at you
You look fine
How do you do
Been a while since alone in your room (room)
Been around, but haven t found
No one like you (no one like you)
Don t you know girl
There s no one like you

And you hear me
Hear my emotions creep slowly
Hear with your heart, baby
Don t speak
Now with your soul tell me
Silently

Tell me (you) know each thought without a word
You see me through (you see me through)
Sorry now (sorry now) that I ever doubted you
I don t know what I can do
To make you come true
Think that you should know
There s no one like you and how you are

Your mind and heart
Nine times the soul (ooh)
Nine times the soul
There s no one like you

Can you hear me (hear me baby)
(emotions) Scream slowly
Hear with your heart, baby
Don t speak
Now with your soul tell me
Silently

Tell me
Silently

Ahh baby

(me)

Love the way you (ho)
With your mind lady (ho)
My body soul (ho)
If you aint told
You got to know
I m willin to show you if you want to know

(know me)
Hear my emotions scream slowly
Hear with your heart, baby
Don t speak
Hear intertwine scremin
Silently

Screamin silently
(don t you scream)
You re my divine
(don t you scream)
Slowly
(touch you, hear what you want baby)
Don t speak
Say with your heart (say it to me)
Silently

Tell me
Silently
(woo-woo-woo-wooo)
Silently

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Refrain :
Ils s moquent de nous, ce foutent de vous ces mans sont fous
ce qu ils veulent c est la maille c est tout
ils nous plaquent, m attraquent, nous foutent sur les genous
jeune homme craque pas ouai reste debout

Ils s moquent de nous, ce foutent...

Drei Chinesen mit ’nem Tütchen Gras
saßen in der Wohnung und rauchten etwas
da kam die Polizei: ja was ist denn das?
drei Chinesen mit ’nem Tütchen Gras

ein grauer Betonklotz am Rande der Großstadt
ich mein ein Zuhause das für niemanden Trost hat
dies ist die Heimat von drei...

I ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
I ve seen the bridges of the world and they are for real
I ve had a red light off-the-wrist without me even getting kissed
It still seems so unreal

I ve seen the morning...

The father, son and the Holy Ghost
Took the last train to the coast
They were moving fast, they were raising sand
They were running wild in the promised land

The father, son and the three wise men
Operating undercover out in Bethlehem
Will they heal the sick? Can they raise the dead?
Can they bring it...