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Sound Of The Streets (Remastered) Suede She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie Sound of The Streets Suede Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah She sees the midnight taxis For toilets The Sound Of The Streets Suede She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time Streetlife Suede Street life, into the night with the syncopated melody Street life, look like a brat, she's got the lips from a magazine Cheap sound comes from underground coming to ? The 2 Of Us Suede Lying in my bed, I think of you That song goes through my head, the one we both knew In each line lies another line full of sacred sound But you're outside where the companies dream and the money ELEPHANT MAN Suede I love that deafening, thundering sound That sounds like buildings tumbling down, And people wish that they weren't around When we all rock and roll into town We hear those fearful, piercing screams Untitled...Morning Suede will you be the one? will you be like no other for how long? Positivity Suede You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card Your currency is your love And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you Trash (Remastered) Suede Oh maybe maybe it`s the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it`s our kookiness, Oh maybe maybe it`s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Pisspot (Trash) (Four Track Demo Remastered) Suede Oh maybe maybe it`s the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it`s our kookiness, Oh maybe maybe it`s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, BLACK OR BLUE Suede There was a girl who flew the world from a lonely shore Through southern snow to Heathrow to understand the law There was a boy who loved the noise of the underground He left the coast and overdosed This Time Suede Oh, day after day, every morning The city sighs and cars collide Oh we take the train Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey Wash it away Beautiful Loser Suede you belong among the wild flowers picked at the side of the road you belong among the silent hours and broken telephones you belong among the tv screens with the sound turned down again you belong Sadie Suede Inside her, is the suburbs In the sodium lights and the streets In parked cars and the booty cars In every lonely disease In the new love under covers In the cold touch of the rights In the dead Young Men Suede The Young Men, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Here we, here we go again Oh, Les says Punk isn't dead Oh, Mick he's not impeccably Every Monday Morning Comes Suede Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky, Do whatever we like Oh you and me See the birds and the sea People on the streets Could do whatever we please When every Monday Starcrazy Suede She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me Starcrazy (Remastered) Suede She`s star, starcrazy, electric shock bog brush hair, Flat on her back in the 80`s, in the 90`s going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me, and Tiswas (Starcrazy) (Four Track Demo Remastered) Suede She`s star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80`s, in the 90`s going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me, and Every Monday Morning Comes (Remastered) Suede Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky We do whatever we like Oh when you and me See the birds and the sea The people on the streets We do whatever we please But every Monday morning Trash Suede Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane HI-FI Suede Slipping through the city, sliding train to train, Sulking on the subway, music in our brain She and me together in the city sound, Me and Mona Lisa on the underground, Hi-fi in the white city Suede Tori Amos Suede You always felt like suede There are days I feel your twin Peekaboo Hiding underneath your skin Jets are rewing yes rewing From a central source And this has power over me Not because you New generation Suede I wake up every day to find her back again Screaming my name through the astral plain And in this catalogue fown she takes me down Down through the platinum spires Down through the telephone wires popstar Suede With eyes of blue And eyes of green And eyes that watch The drum machine And eyes of green And eyes of blue A thousand eyes Stare back at you They watch the sky They watch the sun They She's In Fashion (Edit) Suede She's the face on the radio she's the body on the morning show She's there shaking it out on the scene She's the colour of a magazine And she's in fashion she's in fashion She's employed where the This World Needs a Father Suede Hold on, he's coming Through the wheels of the star machine Hold on, he's coming Through the tears of your shit-stained dream In an anthem for the world Let him waltz you down the river Let him Whipsnade Suede We are only young but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll jack the Whipshade Suede We are only young but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll We are the pigs Suede Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We