| The position in the cosmos is clearly determined
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| Sunbeams are then divided into verbal deeds
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| Because the truth is still at the end of the world
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| If your house falls in you need a bigger tent
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| Who gives you your money when everything falls apart under your gaze
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| Because only you are to blame for the third world knit
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| What's holding you back - what's driving you out - what builds you up - what do you want
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| even older you're out
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| But you're in everywhere, you just can't unfold
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| Not managing what you couldn't figure out what's beautiful
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| Because enormous power your problem is get it right
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| The phenomenon is completely unimportant here
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| You don't know who you are, you don't know what you're doing
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| If you want light it's day if you want it dark it's night
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| Who there who tells you what you want and when
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| Who there who tells you what you feel when
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| Who there wants anything from you at all
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| Who's there when you're not because then it's quiet
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| I feel withdrawn in positions
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| They reflect the universe but they resemble embryos
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| Black spies come from the past
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| Keep suffering while fighting streetfighters
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| Unfortunately you have to tell everyone — death is already in the cart
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| Smiles and laughs at you when are you coming out
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| Curtain up for the star children — and life is a dream
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| Completely detached — from time and space
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| Too many paths I see, too many I don't understand
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| Tremble inside but don't live surrender me
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| The fog of misdeeds do not see the point in it
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| To wait a lifetime better start before it's too late
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| But everything goes as fast as round 10 in tetris
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| Too many layers, too many tilted stones
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| If only I had the strength in my hand to pull the rip cord
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| For a safe impact, safe standing, safe walking in this world
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| But to be on the safe side, nothing works here without money
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| Pretend to be artificial friendships
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| Some believe that they can do it with a joint
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| But friendship needs warmth — campfire and stargazing
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| I would have liked to have played along with what you call life
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| Have 10 programs and think you know everyone
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| I sit in my room and no longer understand the world
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| I remember experiences but the fullness seems empty to me
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| Questioning actions I have done and not done
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| I recognized myself and thus leave your mass grave
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| I take off the masks, see Germany's true faces
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| See and feel when you get cold ask yourself what makes you so sure
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| That you can say eh one only our way is correct
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| And you say to me don't always be so critical |