Depeche Mode — Sweetest Perfection | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

The sweetest perfection to call my own. The slightest correction couldn't finally hone. Sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind. I stop when I stare too much, afraid that I care too much. And I hardly dare to touch for fear that the spell may be broken. When I need a drug in me, and it brings out the thug in me. I feel something tugging me, then I want the real thing, not tokens. The sweetest perfection to call my own. The slightest correction couldn't finally hone. The sweetest infection of body and mind. The sweetest injection of any kind. Those things you'd expect of me, having effect on me. Pass unexpectedly, but everyone knows what has got me. Takes me completely, touches so sweetly. Reaches so deeply, I know that nothing can stop me. The sweetest perfection, an offer was made. An assorted collection, but I wouldn't trade. The sweetest perfection to call my own. The slightest correction couldn't finally hone. Sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind. The sweetest perfection to call my own. The slightest correction couldn't finally hone. The sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind. The sweetest perfection to call my own. The slightest correction couldn't finally hone. The sweetest infection of body and mind. Sweetest injection of any kind.