Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong
Wrong

There’s something wrong with me
Chemically
something wrong with me
Inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah

Wrong
Wrong

Too long
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Lyrics: Martin L. Gore, 2009

Übersetzung: Übersetzung von Cathi, Holger Wiske, Tobias Krötz.

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  1. holger deark??p
    28.9.2017 - 9:08 Uhr
    1

    symphathy with the wrong

    am i on
    a wrong lane
    or am i
    a wrong lane
    of myselfS
    ?
    how many bad vibes of us
    are fallen from the brigde
    for how many bright ones
    how many were need
    ?
    why was i so interested
    and didn’t hide my eyes
    from that never should B
    and would they
    never had fallen
    if EYE had not
    looked (locked) 2 them
    &2
    that what was wrong

    was it the the same love
    with that i loved
    all colors, taste & vibes
    all doing, moves &rides
    ?

    how many starts
    to be the yolk,
    the mothers milk
    for any undeserved holy
    how many lamps
    were need in the darkness
    ?
    The Golden (B) Hind.

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