Digital Love (Boris Dlugosch Remix) - Daft Punk

When you are ready I will surrounder Take me and do as you will Have what you want you're ways always the best way I have succumb to this passive sensation Peacefully falling away I am the zombie your wish will command me Laugh as I fall to my knees Bring in back Sing it back Brin it back Sing it back to me Sing it back to me Ah ah ah ah ah ah... Can I control this empty dilusion Lost in the fire below And you come running your eyes will be open And when you come back I'll be as you want me Only so eager to please My little song will keep you beside me Thinking your name as I sing Bring it back Sing it back Bring it back Sing it back to me Sing it back to me Sing it back to me

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Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na You're on a budget, no denaro in the bank You're on a budget, no more gas in the tank But you're gifted with so much to give and so little to live on Punk rawk Christmas, Tell me where you've been like a junkie in the alley, like a bad girlfriend I haven't seen you around it's been almost a year Punk rawk Christmas Come spread your cheer Na na na na, na na na na You ride the bus now just to get down town You ride the bus now living on the west side You've been kicked around, it's time to kick back, We're slipping through the cracks Punk rawk Christmas, Tell me where you've been like a junkie in the alley, like a bad girlfriend I haven't seen you around it's been almost a year Punk rawk Christmas Come spread your cheer Na na na na, na na na na Come spread your cheer Na na na na, na na na na When you get no sleep, day or night, your thoughts just grieve, wrong or right When there's no more time, the end is near, I hope to see you here Punk rawk Christmas, Tell me where you've been like a junkie in the alley, like a bad girlfriend I haven't seen you around it's been almost a year Punk rawk Christmas Come spread your cheer Na na na na, na na na na Come spread your cheer Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na Punk rawk Christmas, Tell me where you've been like a junkie in the alley, like a bad girlfriend I haven't seen you around it's been almost a year Punk rawk Christmas Come spread your cheer. Na na na na, na na na na Come spread your cheer

Committed from the beginning There is no fucking turning back Forgotten youth, just wastes away Always forward, never look back Break all te fucking barriers This street noie is all we've got Fury and fucking anger No more rules for the punx Fuck you no rules for me Fuck you I do as I please Fuck you no rules for me Fuck you I do as I please Make some noise Piss 'em off Fuck 'em up THATS PUNK ROCK! Make some noise Piss 'em off Fuck 'em up THATS PUNK ROCK! So straight edge is the way I go out and drink all day Tell me to shut up and drink I'll stay sober and eat my beans If being vegan is the way I'll eat hot dogs in your face So you hate the PC crew I write a peace song just for you Fuck you no rule for me Fuck you I do as I please Fuck you no rules for me Fuck you I do as I please Too many rules Fuck their rules So you hate the spikey hair I'l grow me Mohawk and make you stare All these rule you have created Won't force the kids just for your sake So get it through your fucking head It's up to you what to eat and drink Miliant closed-minded fools You're the church and schools of the youth