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Playing the Angel
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Playing the Angel is the eleventh full-length album by Depeche Mode and was released 17 October 2005. It was supported by the Touring the Angel tour. The album has been called a more organic record for using more analog synths than digital ones. In addition, most of the soundscapes presented are harsher and groovier than the more mellow Exciter.

The album is the first of Depeche Mode's to feature Dave Gahan as co-writer: three of the tracks (Suffer Well Read Full BioPlaying the Angel is the eleventh full-length album by Depeche Mode and was released 17 October 2005. It was supported by the Touring the Angel tour. The album has been called a more organic record for using more analog synths than digital ones. In addition, most of the soundscapes presented are harsher and groovier than the more mellow Exciter.

The album is the first of Depeche Mode's to feature Dave Gahan as co-writer: three of the tracks (Suffer Well, I Want It All and Nothing's Impossible) had their lyrics written by the singer, while Christian Eigner and Andrew Phillpott wrote the music on these.
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A Pain That I'm Used To
by Depeche Mode

I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

[Chorus]
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

[Chorus: x2]

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Written by: MARTIN GORE

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