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New Order - Retro - Regret
Retro
Disc 1
01. Fine Time
02. Temptation
03. True Faith
04. The Perfect Kiss
05. Ceremony
06. Regret
07. Crystal
08. Bizarre Love Triangle
09. Confusion
10. Round and Round
11. Blue Monday
12. Brutal
13. Slow Jam
14. Everyone Everywhere
Disc 2
01. Elegia
02. In a Lonely Place
03. Procession
04. Your Silent Face
05. Sunrise
06. Let’s Go
07. Broken Promise
08. Dreams Never End
09. Cries and Whispers
10. All Day Long
11. Sooner Than You Think
12. Leave Me Alone
13. Lonesome Tonight
14. Every Little Counts
15. Run Wild
Disc 3
01. Confusion (Koma & Bones vocal mix)
02. Paradise (Robert Racic mix)
03. Regret (Sabres Slow ’n’ Low mix)
04. Bizarre Love Triangle (Shep Pettibone extended dance mix)
05. Shellshock (John Robie mix)
06. Fine Time (Steve ‘Silk’ Hurley mix)
07. 1963 (’95 Arthur Baker remix)
08. Touched by the Hand of God (original)
09. Everything’s Gone Green (original)
10. Blue Monday (Jam & Spoon Manuela mix)
11. World in Motion (Subbuteo mix)
12. Here to Stay (extended instrumental)
13. Crystal (Lee Coombs remix)
Disc 4
01. Ceremony
02. Procession
03. Everything’s Gone Green
04. In a Lonely Place
05. Age of Consent
06. Elegia
07. The Perfect Kiss
08. Fine Time
09. World
10. Regret
11. As It Is When It Was
12. Intermission by Alan Wise
13. Crystal
14. Turn My Way
15. Temptation
Maybe I've forgotten
The name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret

Save it for another day
It's the school exam
And the kids have run away

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine

I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with

You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was unsure of things
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart

Just wait 'til tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart