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I wanna say it's alive I wanna write the end with a final surprise
I wanna take it tonight I wanna guide the end so simple and tie
and if you feel so sided about the plan we've tried just buy the end
if you wanna take my pride about the plan when you die just come in
we should talk with the end about the plan we planeed to understand
we should talk about them about the ones who depend all in the end
if you talk with a friend, with a friend of a friend, it's a simple plan
when you say to a friend "what a great time we spent" it just depends
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Mass induction rules your inner glow
Mix up your thoughts, there will be a gate
Feel the beat and strike everywhere
Confront your mind and rush to the common thoughts
Handschuh auf
Gestern war der Tod noch mein Freund
Eine Grenze macht Leben möglich
Hupsignal!
Ich kämpfe, ich kämpfe
Verweigerung ist meine neue Tugend
und so sind Arme gefesselt
Münder, Augen, Ohren geklebt
Vorhin war ich Innen und jetzt bin ich ganz Außen
1 – 2 – Schwachsinn – Veränderung – Neuanfang
Meine Hoffnung schwindet!
My dear, I’m fed up, the heat will fight
The more I’ll feel will be as much as a murderer
Hide my dear friends
- I’m gonna come back
Handschuh auf
Gestern war der Tod noch mein Freund
Eine Grenze macht Leben möglich
Hupsignal!!!!
Ich kämpfe, ich kämpfe
Um ein neues Leben
Und: hab ich einen Sinn?
Fick dich, Alter! Und: Ja, ja klar!
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You got the oldest eyes
Older than the skies
I don't know your name boy
But your words haunt my dreams at night
(You say) There's always intention
That's memories reflection
A wall of mirrors the future will hold
What you do forget is...
You told yourself a riddle you can't solve
Stop. Let go. You don't know I know.
You're so sweetly & completely lost. I know.
There goes your handwritten novel
Pages scattered in the sea
Well, I know you know those words you say
Will find their way back to me
There's no sadder sight
Than a boy who gives up the fight
As long as you can stand up
Take the punches & wait for your shot
There goes your handwritten novel
Pages scattered in the sea
Your eyes are like shells
That shatter 'neath bare feet
I don't know what becomes of those words you'll never speak
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I saw the clouds today.
Up here the grey winter seems far away.
Somewhere in between cultures,
up here we're somehow home in a changing world.
And if i was a pilot,
perhaps it would be sunny every day.
If i was a pilot,
I wouldn't know where to land.
At least i saw the clouds today.
They look nicer from above.
They look nicer from above.
UP HERE THE GREY WINTER SEEMS FAR AWAY
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