Back To Index Peter Gabriel"D.I.Y." D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y. Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't. Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't. Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don't risk affection; Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone, You're still looking for the Resurrection. Come up to me with your |
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