Rooftop calling for a bodyguard She won't call unless she's gone too far You can circle the house all you want You can hole up in a restaurant She don't care about you anymore She don't care about you anymore Sit inside watch your books go unread Pretending you don't have any regrets Spawning letter after letter unsent Waiting till your memories are spent She don't care about you anymore She don't care about you anymore And you can feel it in your bones it's all a magic trick The explanation's gonna make you hate her And I have demons enough to start a factory of demons We can use them for experiments So roll the stone away from the entrance Mark your mail no longer at this address Face the mirror and take a deep breath Then step outside full of confidence That you don't care about her anymore You don't care about her anymore You don't care about her anymore You don't care about her anymore

Oh! Sister We don't have to live like this forever We don't have to be strangers for much longer We can work together if we want to And all of my dreams they can be shared Yours too; you don't have to be scared I'm falling, deep in debt to myself Owing me for 24 years of bad health You've figured it out There's nowhere to run Your head in the clouds Your face in the sun The butterfly's are coming out And christmas will come New Year's will go by You'll lie on the ground And look to the sky The butterfly's are falling down Oh! Sister I have heard you talk while you were sleeping I have seen you laugh when no one's watching And I will stand around while you shed your skin And hold up a Japanese screen for you and your sins I know you're feeling overgrown Strapped to the front of a train alone And now I know it's time for you to come home You've figured it out There's nowhere to run Your head in the clouds Your face in the sun The butterfly's are coming out And christmas will come New Year's will go by You'll lie on the ground And look to the sky The butterfly's are falling down If you wanna get up If you wanna get down If you wanna get around If you wanna do it your way If you wanna get up If you wanna get down If you wanna get around If you wanna do it your way Get up Get down Get around Do it your way One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Step inside get in the centre Be real don't be a pretender Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen Relax and take a chance We are alive and we wanna dance

Do you remember the time We held out our lines And fished in the ocean for some kind of token That would make us feel alive Now you're running away No time to explain Just one more moment and I could have told you Everything if you'd stayed Don't be scared Behind the mask they care But if you want to run a marathon You'd better be prepared You asked me for advice In the middle of the night But you hung up before I could reassure you Everything would be alright You packed up all your shoes Only a pair left you never used They're still new but they didn't have the right support Like I didn't have for you Don't be scared Behind the mask they care But if you want to run a marathon You'd better be prepared Don't be scared Even if it's unfair But if you want to run a marathon You'd better be prepared BRIDGE So don't be scared Behind the mask they care But if you want to run a marathon You'd better be prepared Don't be scared Even if it's unfair But if you want to run a marathon You'd better be prepared Don't be scared

I don't wanna die In a black suit And my best tie With my shoes polished You in my mind I don't wanna leave When you're trying to grieve With our love hanging outside fresh and untried I turned 23 in March And we're now July So I got seven months till I die You gotta believe when I say That I don't know the day But I know they're gonna take me away I don't wanna die Leave you with a lie So before goodbye Let's be the real thing it's worth a try I don't wanna die In winter The sun near the ground And our love left lying around I hope you realise that I want you More than I say My desire's gonna eat me away So Jennifer sit in the passenger seat Cause I want you to meet My family and friends Then we will drive to a place That's not on the map Where's the earth's black Out of the race Cause I don't wanna die Leave you with a lie So before goodbye Let's be the real thing it's worth a try I don't wanna die (cause I don't wanna die) Leave you with a lie So before goodbye Let's be the real thing it's worth a try BRIDGE I don't wanna die Leave you with a lie So before goodbye Let's be the real thing It's worth a try

Is it any wonder my feet are bleeding, my knees are shaking - I have been searching all this time for you. You have been downtown, picking up strangers, doing outrageous things - I think you're a danger to yourself. Sitting on a doorstep, counting your silver, is where I find you - but you don't even recognise my voice. I'm back in my hotel, the rain on my window, you're under the streetlights - and all that's left for me is to check out. In the night-time you hold your head up high; don't let the raindrops fall on your mind x 3.

Let's just see after...how we feel...if we're in the mood to have distractions or if we're in the mood to...just the two of us...we'll see how we feel after. Where's Kate? She's here. Big eyes...big eyes...big eyes...not too aggressive...how's that? If you hear a wolf...wanna just try it? Why don't you try it? You hear a wolf...howl...beautiful...stop and look...Irving Penn think Irving Penn...You think it's too much? Yes...yeah ca va...who cares...if you hear a wolf...do it like that...think Irving Penn...make room! Make room! Yes Kate! Go Kate yes! Wicked, wicked... Mais je n'aime, que voyager, que voyager... Mais je n'aime, que voyager, que voyager... I'm in desperate need for a cigarette...I have one...Jesus Christ...hold on sorry...oh it's fine...no, no, no, no it'll look bad it'll look bad, it'll look bad. You well? Yeah - yeah? In desperate need of a cigarette. Hold on we got a lighter... The beauty, the fantasy - I died, I died... What you gave the world...what you gave us... Mr Galliano what inspires you? Can I just have a drink? Sure thing I'll talk to you after. Oh sweety I'm sorry, I don't - yeah I have it somewhere but anyway it's better not to smoke on tv. Ok, what inspires you? Um, history women...oh no answer, repeat my question, what inspires...Sorry? Just repeat my question so...Oh right the things that inspire me are the different facets of women, their personalities and always the 18th century. What do you say to the models before to inspire them they go out? Well for the beginning section Anna Karina escaping Russia, she was very cold, there was wolves howling there were cannons going, she had to escape Russia with her jewels her, everything that was in her boudoir, her quilt, blanket, horse blanket, that kind of thing. Thankyou. One word: the 21st century master-technician. And a man who respects femininity. And a man who has an appreciation of romance...for a woman who wants to look like a woman. Of course, he's not making clothes to go to work, but, he's making clothes for women who want to be women. Is fashion art? No, no, absolutely not...Can you repeat my question? Is fashion art? No. Fashion is hardwork; gritty - it's not glamorous. This man has no money; he's done a great collection with very few funds. He's been supported financially by...this man has no money! Post, post, post-modern... This is THE art...this is the only way that fashion should be...and I'm really impressed with what I saw. Thankyou John Galliano.

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Silent teachers Are teaching in my brain As I grow older They lead me through the rain The city burns like embers Hot in the back of my head I know I can never return to The streets where you lay dead We are moving on We're gonna last Raindrops are soothing us They're from the past Virginia came to see me She sat in my kitchen and cried Wiping her face with my tea-towel She said she breaks down every July We are moving on We're gonna last Raindrops are soothing us They're from the past