Soft Cell - Disease & Desire Lyrics
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Disease & Desire
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What Are The Lyrics For Disease & Desire By Soft Cell?
Today I awoke
With a scream in my throat The reminders of you On the sheets The print of a torso Is this far as I know That feverish hello Another night of too much sleep Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Some wasting complaint That was passed on by love Gods little avenger Smiles down from above And I'd rather eat bugs Than succumb to your love And a kiss on the mouth Is a mouth in the mud Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Watch this lowlife Just look at you Pouring out of your body Like sweat they say Reality breeds contempt Contempt Contempt Contempt Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire No heaven up there Oh nothing so nice Just the puff in my mouth Paralyzed, paradise And I'd rather draw blood Than succumb to your love And I'd rather give it all up Than fall for your love Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Oh disease and desire Oh no way We'll meet again No way we'll meet again No way We'll meet again No way Oh disease and desire |
Who Wrote Disease & Desire By Soft Cell?
David James Ball, Marc Almond
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What's The Duration Of The Disease & Desire By Soft Cell?The duration of Disease & Desire is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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