Depeche Mode - Everything Counts [absolut] Lyrics
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Everything Counts [absolut]
Everything Counts [absolut] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything Counts [absolut] By Depeche Mode?
The handshake seals the contract from the contract
There's no turning back The turning point of a career in Korea, being insincere The holiday was fun packed The contract still intact The grabbing hands Grab all they can All for themselves after all The grabbing hands Grab all they can All for themselves after all It's a competitive world Everything counts in large amounts The graph on the wall Tells the story of it all Picture it now See just how the lies and deceit Gained a little more power Confidence taken in by a sun tan and a grin The grabbing hands Grab all they can All for themselves after all The grabbing hands Grab all they can All for themselves after all It's a competitive world Everything counts in large amounts Everything counts in large amounts The grabbing hands Grab all they can Everything counts in large amounts The grabbing hands Grab all they can Everything counts in large amounts Everything, everything Everything, everything The grabbing hands Grab all they can Everything counts in large amounts The grabbing hands Grab all they can Everything counts in large amounts |
Who Wrote Everything Counts [absolut] By Depeche Mode?
Martin Gore
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What's The Duration Of The Everything Counts [absolut] By Depeche Mode?The duration of Everything Counts [absolut] is 6:02 minutes and seconds. |
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