| Song | Medazzaland |
| Artist | Duran Duran |
| Album | Medazzaland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cuccurullo, Lebon, Rhodes ... | |
| Oh, Medazzaland? | |
| Medazzaland | |
| I had a problem they said they can solve | |
| Soon I won't speak | |
| I have no words left in me | |
| I dream in pictures but the sound is muted | |
| I have no way to understand what they say | |
| Into Medazzaland... | |
| People are starting to talk | |
| But I don't hear them anymore | |
| Now I can't see | |
| But I'm still able to think | |
| Do I have any feeling left? | |
| What are they saying about me? | |
| Do they really understand whats wrong? | |
| I feel their hands on my skin | |
| The time has come for them to begin | |
| I'm sinking deeper and deeper | |
| Into Medazzaland | |
| I can feel the scapel on my skin | |
| It's cutting deeper and deeper | |
| I'm in Medazzaland | |
| Oh, Medazzaland. |
| zuo ci : Cuccurullo, Lebon, Rhodes ... | |
| Oh, Medazzaland? | |
| Medazzaland | |
| I had a problem they said they can solve | |
| Soon I won' t speak | |
| I have no words left in me | |
| I dream in pictures but the sound is muted | |
| I have no way to understand what they say | |
| Into Medazzaland... | |
| People are starting to talk | |
| But I don' t hear them anymore | |
| Now I can' t see | |
| But I' m still able to think | |
| Do I have any feeling left? | |
| What are they saying about me? | |
| Do they really understand whats wrong? | |
| I feel their hands on my skin | |
| The time has come for them to begin | |
| I' m sinking deeper and deeper | |
| Into Medazzaland | |
| I can feel the scapel on my skin | |
| It' s cutting deeper and deeper | |
| I' m in Medazzaland | |
| Oh, Medazzaland. |
| zuò cí : Cuccurullo, Lebon, Rhodes ... | |
| Oh, Medazzaland? | |
| Medazzaland | |
| I had a problem they said they can solve | |
| Soon I won' t speak | |
| I have no words left in me | |
| I dream in pictures but the sound is muted | |
| I have no way to understand what they say | |
| Into Medazzaland... | |
| People are starting to talk | |
| But I don' t hear them anymore | |
| Now I can' t see | |
| But I' m still able to think | |
| Do I have any feeling left? | |
| What are they saying about me? | |
| Do they really understand whats wrong? | |
| I feel their hands on my skin | |
| The time has come for them to begin | |
| I' m sinking deeper and deeper | |
| Into Medazzaland | |
| I can feel the scapel on my skin | |
| It' s cutting deeper and deeper | |
| I' m in Medazzaland | |
| Oh, Medazzaland. |