| My toes are frozen, the snow is up to my knees
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| You're sleepless in Seattle, I'm lifeless in Berlin
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| My toes are frozen, the snow is up to my knees
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| You're sleepless in Seattle, I'm lifeless in Berlin
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| What's the use of talk, babe? |
| I throw my phone in the toilet and flush
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| Tear up your shitty photo, what's the point of seeing it without feeling it?
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| I hope the sun is still shining for you, it's cool in my apartment
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| There was a last spark of hope, which is now mercilessly dying out
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| Well, who cares, it's not great, but we need it too, honey
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| You would have scratched my eyes out for a sentence like that
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| Now you can laugh, I laugh too man, how crappy everything is
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| But I sweated my pillow wet for almost a thousand and one nights
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| And don't ask me about my conscience, there were women here and there
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| If you ask me, you have to lose trust a bit, yes.
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| I almost turn parties into funerals, ecstasy into downers
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| And finally has to draw a line like walls under drinking
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| Don't raise your eyebrows, it's safe babe, not wrack
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| That's the end of my first mail, I'll send it off now
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| It took me far too long this time, yes dear, I wrote something
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| Click on your e-mail account and then look in your mailbox
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| It's definitely nothing bad, please read, all you have to do is approach it
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| click
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| And if it doesn't work, then I can send this letter by pigeon
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| It took me far too long this time, yes dear, I wrote something
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| Click on your e-mail account and then look in your mailbox
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| It's definitely nothing bad, please read, all you have to do is approach it
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| click
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| And if it doesn't work, then I can send this letter by pigeon
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| Everything good came from below, the wings on my arm are gone now
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| Anyway, I'll jet my hugs to you now
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| And we didn't see each other for a long time before, wasn't that important
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| Now that it's not possible all the time, it honestly hurts, but really
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| Honey, there's nothing but stress here, my angel, I'm sending you mail
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| Shit, I'm stuck here on an island like in Lost
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| And it's strange I rarely miss you, not that often
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| But if it does, then it fucks me, like this business does my head
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| I'm not writing this because I'm drunk, with candlelight, like in the movies
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| But the wick should burn when the candlelight brings you back to me
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| What the heck, it's misery dear, what else are we talking about?
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| I'd rather sit next to you now, even instead of before my tenth beer
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| If love is damaged, it cannot be bought again like bread
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| I'm looking for the needle day and night, but this haystack is big
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| I really hope that you are happy, but I can't tell you anything else
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| Even if it's not correct German, please read the second mail
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| It took me far too long this time, yes dear, I wrote something
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| Click on your e-mail account and then look in your mailbox
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| It's definitely nothing bad, please read, all you have to do is approach it
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| click
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| And if it doesn't work, then I can send this letter by pigeon
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| It took me far too long this time, yes dear, I wrote something
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| Click on your e-mail account and then look in your mailbox
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| It's definitely nothing bad, please read, all you have to do is approach it
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| click
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| And if it doesn't work, then I can send this letter by pigeon |