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Propaganda – Dr Mabuse – 1984

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    Mabuse

    Why does it hurt when my heart misses the beat?
    The man without shadow promises you the world
    Tell him your dreams and fanatical needs
    He’s buying them all with cash

    Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul
    Never look back, never look back
    Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
    Never look back, never look back, never look back
    Sell him your soul, Mabuse

    He’s devoted to the devil, fascinated by crime
    Glamorous death is his destination, eternal passion his gain

    Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul
    Never look back, never look back
    Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
    Never look back, never look back
    Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
    Never look back, Mabuse

    Why does it hurt? Why, why does it hurt?

    He’s a satanic gambler, a beautiful fool
    And you’ve already lost the chance of your lifetime
    So don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
    Kein Zurueck fuer dich, there’s no way back
    Sell him your soul

    Warum schmerzt es
    Warum schmerzt es
    Wenn mein Herz den Schlag verpasst?

    Don’t be a fool
    Never look back