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Now That’s What I Call Music!
Disc 1
01. Bailamos
02. (Mucho Mambo) Sway
03. Crazy (The Stop remix)
04. Summer Son
05. Sing It Back
06. She’s All I Ever Had
07. Lift Me Up
08. Bills, Bills, Bills
09. New York City Boy
10. Life’s Too Short
11. Jesse Hold On
12. Kiss
13. Super Trouper
14. Not Over You Yet
15. September ’99 (Phats & Small remix)
16. Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad
17. Thursday’s Child
18. Secretly
19. She’s the One
20. Canto della terra
Disc 2
01. Waiting for Tonight
02. Mi chico latino
03. Larger Than Life
04. We’re Going to Ibiza!
05. Burning Down the House
06. What I Am
07. What’cha Gonna Do
08. Give It to You
09. Straight to… Number One
10. When the Heartache Is Over
11. Secret Smile
12. Moving
13. The Bad Touch
14. Sitting Down Here
15. After the Love Has Gone
16. Summertime of Our Lives
17. Killer
18. Where My Girls At
19. Goin’ Down
20. Out of Control
Out of control
Out of control
Out of control

Sometimes I feel that I'm missunderstood
The rivers run and deep right through my thought
Your naked body lying on the ground
You always get me up when I'm down

And it always seems we're runnin' out of time
We're out of control
Out of control
Out of control

Maybe I'm just scared of losin' you
Or maybe it's the things you make me do
It seems to me we both should hang around
And raise the population of this town

And it always seems we're runnin' out of time,
We're out of control
Out of control
We're out of control
Out of control

But It doesn't mean we're too far down the line
We're out of control
Out of control

The record player keeps on turning round
It could be stuck or maybe it's a sound
All the time I should be there with you
But maybe I'm just searchin' for the truth
Or maybe I'm just searchin' for the truth

And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control
Out of control
We're out of control
Out of control

But It doesn't mean we're too far down the line
We're out of control
Out of control
We're out of control
Out of control

Could be that I'm just losing my touch
Or maybe you think my moustache is too much
Satellite is out of control
But you and I are brothers of the soul
And you and I will come in from the cold

Out of control, out of control
We're out of control
Out of control