| It's a beautiful evening, so I'm starting to write
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| And wine gave me strength
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| God is my witness that I had you
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| Glad - that was probably the case then
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| Your letters have all been read a thousand times
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| They said I slept in your lap
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| However, with the last holiday, he shattered
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| A world where I will never leave you
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| Then you - a strange woman by the train! |
| I'm sorry
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| I lied to you
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| I can still hear you moaning longingly…
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| I tore your photo
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| I will never come to you on that path again
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| You know, I'm here for you now
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| At the hole in the mud, I ask myself
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| And I answer myself…
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| Why at the train you stood by me
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| Laughs
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| You and my mom, an elderly foreign lady
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| Nursery? |
| To laugh! |
| I'll have dinner
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| In silence
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| Conversations are dead, I have a soul
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| Empty
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| Memories just hurt whatever
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| The key is lost… I'm gone!
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| I want to go back, not get lost here
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| The queue lures back, home to the soldier
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| When the earth is ripped open by kisses works
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| And the whistling crosses the air
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| A heretic writes to you what the hell he wanted for
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| Deception of colored ribbons
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| I can't lie and run for the moment
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| What a little boy
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| Let someone else knock on your gate - he's chasing me
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| Bugle sound
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| If we blow our horns for a fight, it's worth it
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| It stands. |
| Hatred and love - bursting around the earth
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| Flames come when they play with us
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| Then there is peace and maybe we can go
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| Everybody in your hole without god and faith
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| There are a bunch of boars left on the trampled goalkeepers!
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| So have fun and make a wish
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| Before heaven falls and life ends
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| So I'm sending you a greeting from the queue. |
| Fire
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| He's stopping warming up. |
| The wine is strong and hot
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| The loopholes will accept me with love when I go to bed |