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Crossing All Over! Volume 9
Disc 1
01. Don't You Turn Your Back on Me
02. Doubledecker
03. You Don't Care About Us
04. Whole Lotta Rosie
05. The Everlasting
06. Special
07. Grounded
08. Praise You
09. Start the Commotion
10. Pretty Day
11. Firewalker
12. The Bartender and the Thief
13. Mystery Land
14. Pretty When You Cry
15. Take the Long Way Home
16. Push Upstairs
17. Daylight
18. When Love and Death Embraces
19. Henkersbraut
20. Das geht tief
Disc 2
01. Mr. Brown
02. Lola (If You Ever Fall in Love)
03. My Favourite Game
04. Would You…?
05. What's This Life For
06. Beautiful Day
07. Come to Sin
08. Outshine the World
09. New Noise
10. This Is Not a Love Song
11. I Live Your Dream
12. Once in a Lifetime
13. Havana
14. Ruffneck
15. Slow Dream
16. The Cradle of Darkness
17. Gunman
18. Back on a Mission
19. Drown
20. Only When I Lose Myself
Wind, I think I'll come to sin with all this heaty windy skin
around my neck and what glory the sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen
Sand, we cannot fight getting tanned
all the limits banned into the nightflight's right no fight
there goes the sun into the the nightlife Yeah
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Time, bugs crawling up our spine and the memory is mine
I'm a grain of sand in your hand so hand me mine yeah
that would be fine
Heat, I kiss the blisters on your feet a lizard's eye I great
I'm afraid there's no aid 'til we get laid
into the nightlife time's right no flight
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
I think I'll come to sin with all that heaty windy skin
around my neck, mocking photography
shocking in the sand with me. Sand in my pants.
Sand in my pants. Sand in my pants.
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
I think I'll come to sin with all that heaty windy skin
around my neck and what glory the sand in my pants
reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography
shocking in the sand with me. Sand in my pants.
Sand in my pants. Sand in my pants.
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
like a beam of light through a bottle
Souzie swings her phoney rings