Текст песни Slow Burn - David Bowie
                                                Here 
                                                shall 
                                                we 
                                                live 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                terrible 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                price 
                                                for 
                                                our 
                                                eyes 
                                                shall 
                                                squeeze 
                                                them 
                                                tight 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                fist
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                walls 
                                                shall 
                                                have 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                doors 
                                                shall 
                                                have 
                                                ears
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                we'll 
                                                dance 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they'll 
                                                play 
                                                with 
                                                our 
                                                lives
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leading 
                                                us 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turning 
                                                us 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                who 
                                                are 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                small 
                                                in 
                                                times 
                                                such 
                                                as 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                these 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                strangest 
                                                of 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                nights
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                darkest 
                                                to 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                who 
                                                knows?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Echoes 
                                                in 
                                                tenement 
                                                halls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                snare 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leading 
                                                us 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twirling 
                                                us 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                upside 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                fear 
                                                overhead
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                fear 
                                                overground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leading 
                                                us 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turning 
                                                us 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                here 
                                                are 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                center 
                                                of 
                                                it 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slow 
                                                Burn
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Safe
2 Panic in Detroit (outtake from a 1979 recording)
3 Conversation Piece (Re-Recorded 2002)
4 A Better Future (Remix by Air)
5 Sunday (Moby Remix)
6 Everyone Says ‘Hi’ (5.1 mix)
7 Wood Jackson
8 A Better Future
9 Everyone Says ‘Hi’
10 5:15 the Angels Have Gone
11 I Took a Trip On a Gemini Spaceship
12 I Would Be Your Slave
13 I’ve Been Waiting for You
14 Slow Burn
15 Slip Away
16 Cactus
17 Sunday
18 Conversation Piece (written 1969, recorded 1970, re-recorded 2002)
19 Conversation Piece (written 1969, recorded 1970, re-recorded 2002)
20 Panic in Detroit (outtake from a 1979 recording)
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