ENGLISCHE SONGTEXTE:
SLIPPING
YOU SLIP OUT OF YOUR MOM
SOON YOU´LL SLIP DOWN FROM YOUR SCHOOL
THEY'RE WARNING YOU 'BOUT BAD COMPANY
SOON YOU'LL BE BAD COMPANY TOO
YOU'RE ONLY A SLIP OF A BOY
SOON YOU`LL SLIP AWAY FROM HOME
THEN YOU`LL SLIP BACK AND SLIP DOWN
SOMEONE'S WAITING FOR YOU (IN YOUR ROOM)
YOU'VE MADE A LOT OF BAD, BAD SLIPS
BUT THERE'S MANY A SLIP TWIXT CUP AND LIP
AND IF THINGS SHOULD GET OUT OF GRIP
FOR YOU THERE'LL BE ANOTHER TRIP
AND THEN SHE SLIPPED HER DRESS OVER HER HEAD
AND YOU SLIPPED YOUR ARM AROUND HER WAIST
AND THEN SHE SLIPPED YOUR DOG FROM THE CHAIN
YOU SLIPPED THE RING ON HER FINGER
YOU HAVE SLIPPED AGAIN
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VALERIE
VALERIE,
YOU PAINT THAT PICTURE IN THE SAND WITH YOUR TINY TOES
A GENTLE BREEZE KISSES YOUR HAIR, THE SMELL OF SEA IS IN THE AIR
YOU BUILD YOUR CASTLES IN THE AIR WITH SO MUCH FANTASY, VALERIE
VALERIE
YOU KNOW THAT EVERY DAY CAN'T BE A HOLIDAY
SOMETIMES YOU MUST COME DOWN TO EARTH, - NO, NO, YOU DON'T GET ON MY NERVES
IT'S TIME TO CALL ON YOUR RESERVES THAT'S THE REALITY, VALERIE
YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN LOOK BEHIND THE SUN
YOU ARE THE ONE WHO FINDS THE RIGHT WAY BACK HOME
YOU ARE THE ONE, FOR YOU EVERYTHING IS DONE
YOU CAN GO ON LIKE THAT TILL KINGDOM COME
VALERIE,
THEY SAY THERE IS A CHANCE FOR YOU IN THE NAME OF HUMANITY
THEY GIVE YOU PILLS AND A GREEN, CLEAN ROOM,
YOU COUNT THE BLISTERS ON THE MOON,
THEY ALWAYS STAY OUTSIDE YOUR ROOM
WITHOUT SINCERITY, VALERIE
VALERIE,
YOU ARE WITHDRAWING FROM THE SERVICES OF SOCIETY
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY OR DO YOU FIND IT'S NOT O.K.?
I AM SO HELPLESS WITH MY PRAYER, THE END OF MY PHILOSOPHY, VALERIE
YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN LOOK BEHIND THE SUN
YOU ARE THE ONE WHO FINDS THE RIGHT WAY BACK HOME
YOU ARE THE ONE, FOR YOU EVERYTHING IS DONE
YOU CAN GO ON LIKE THAT TILL KINGDOM COME
VALERIE,
YOUR SOUL IS STILL IMPRISONED IN A CAGE OF INSANITY
PERHAPS YOU CAN LET YOURSELF FLY, THERE IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO DIE,
'CAUSE YOU CAN FIND A PLACE TO HIDE IN THE HOUSE OF TRANQUILLITY, VALERIE
YOU COULD BE MY SISTER, YOU COULD BE MY FATHER OR YOU COULD BE MY SON,
YOU HEAR DARK VOICES, STRANGE WHISPERS
BUT THERE'S STILL TIME TO RUN, BUT THERE'S STILL TIME TO RUN
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