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Peter Gabriel Secret World

Whatever it is, we are all the same Making it up in our secret world [x3] Shaking it up Breaking it up Making it up in our secret world Seeing things

Vertaling: Peter Gabriel. Secret World.

Whatever it is, we are all the same Making it up in our secret world [x3] Shaking it up Breaking it up Making it up in our secret world Seeing things

: The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight In search of you, I feel my way, though the slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents

: [Aah, yeah] Jump in the water Sweet little princess Let me introduce his frogness You alone can get him singing He's all puffed up, wanna be your

: River, river carry me on Living river carry me on River, river carry me on To the place where I come from So deep, so wide, will you take me on your

: Across the river Across the river Across the river I go

: Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe

: in this proud land we grew up strong we were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail no fight left or so