Cabaret Voltaire - Kino [7” Version] [Version] Lyrics
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Kino [7” Version] [Version]
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What Are The Lyrics For Kino [7” Version] [Version] By Cabaret Voltaire?
Everything. Devoured.
I learn to hold my, will power. Everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. When it comes, it falls in pieces. Eating holes and gems unbound. Birds and hearts and flags and everything. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Money matters. Does mercy matter? Suddenly, as things are clearer, See the sights are getting nearer. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Money matters. Does mercy matter? Suddenly, as things are clearer, See the sights are getting nearer. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Money matters. Does mercy matter? Suddenly, as things are clearer, See the sights are getting nearer. Everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. I said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. When it comes, it falls in pieces. Eating holes and gems unbound. Birds and hearts and flags and bugs. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. Said, everything. Devoured. I learn to hold my, will power. |
Who Wrote Kino [7” Version] [Version] By Cabaret Voltaire?
Richard Harold Kirk, Stephen William Mallinder
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