| Once he died, some of them were crying
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| No fear no painful days die Zeit ist um
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| it’s not my confession, devices falling down
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| Realize a smell of danger when all the preachers pray:
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| Es ist zu spit fur einen Anfang
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| Was immer Du auch tust, es ist zu spit fur
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| So you’ll never find the dream of mankind
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| Don’t you wonder you’re not alone
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| A part of yourself is crying for help:
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| Can’t you hear me, I’m so alone
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| Welt des Zorns, you are a lost place
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| Devices falling down turn into dust
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| It’s my confession when all creatures cry
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| Es ist zu spit fur einen Anfang
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| Was immer Du auch tust…
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| So you’ll never find the dream of mankind
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| Don’t you wonder, you’re not alone
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| A part of yourself is crying for help…
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| IT’S OVER
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| I close my eyes and listen to your lies
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| But I can read between the lines
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| Your pictures on my wall remind me of it all
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| And I remember happy times
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| We had love, caress and promises
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| Nothing stood between us
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| Now I can’t stand how we extend
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| the emptiness between us
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| I see it clearly in your eyes
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| IT’S OVER
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| You still deny the truth in vain
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| Why do you tell me all these lies
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| IT’S OVER
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| Don’t you deny the truth again
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| Just time can heal the aching you conceal
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| Maybe it’s time to set you free
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| I can’t explain the way I share your pain
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| This compulsion to set you free
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| I see it clearly in your eyes
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| IT’S OVER
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| You still deny the truth in vain… |