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less from me
01:44
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here's a riddle for the smart ones
who think there's heaven and a hell
to people praying for messaia
singing out loudly: 'God ahmen'
they say that people die twice
not only jesus rolls the dice
so you die when you pass away
and then the last time some mentions your name
so i wish to be a good son
not more than an honest friend
I wish to be a good brother
a loving husband till the end
and i wish to be a proud father
kids look up to as a man
cause no harm to ones who i love
I know for this i need to hand
Less from me and more for you this is all i want to do
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ecoline
03:43
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no paint on the skin
the bruises of your soul visible
a pink lighter
to smoke away the pain together
that drink's not the cure
redemption to the sins that you wore
the sounds in your head
that tell you lies and how to forget
fight loneliness
with being alone like a shipwreck
but it is what it is
a labyrinth in the fortress
you wish to be cured
whithout the pain on the way to get cured
you plead guilty
from the sins that you wore and the people you hurt
there's nothing to say
noone to pray
nothing to loose
you need to choose
wash of your make-up
there's been to many shit you've done
there's been to many things went wrong
there's no time to wake up
time to break out
time to die in peace
so paint my face
and draw the lines with ecoline
so that I know my place
and where I've been
there's nothing to say
noone to pray
nothing to loose
you need to choose to live
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sleeping cats
02:02
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there are plenty days till spring arrives
there are plenty nights to say goodbye
to the freezing cold of winter time
we're like sleeping cats in a dreaming mind
but we can dance until the sun will rise
and sing the songs that we most like
we enjoy ourselfs with drinks in hand
and we tell each other until then
stay home where I can keep you safe
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letters to Sandra
03:01
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I write you letters not asking for replies
I brought you flowers to testify
we have our baggage that we carry around
I'm not a saint but none of us are
I don't have much to offer to you
only thing I can give you: my love
so keep it safe and keep it clean
as if it was a beautiful dove
don't tell him lies no big surprise
it is a box full of matches
sometimes it burns sometimes it hurts
but it will keep you warm with its ashes
You say get out of my head it's really scary
we have our words our own dictionairy
my favourite picture that I want to see tonight
You in my favourite dress in the moonlight
I don't have much to offer to you
only thing I can give you: my love
so keep it safe and keep it clean
as if it was a beautiful dove
don't tell him lies no big surprise
it is a box full of matches
sometimes it burns sometimes it hurts
but it will keep you warm with its ashes
stars can be only seen in the dark at night
we are the spark we are the healing light
I don't know wheree we end but I know the start
we are connected like skin to a birthmark
I don't have much to offer to you
only thing I can give you: my love
so keep it safe and keep it clean
as if it was a beautiful dove
don't tell him lies no big surprise
it is a box full of matches
sometimes it burns sometimes it hurts
but it will keep you warm with its ashes
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clean
03:54
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I remember the time when we were hiking in forest lately
months passed by but i can forget that i saw you happy
you were proud not fearing the wild those times weren't easy
those are the moments that i want to keep in my memories
everything that i'm proud of
You taught me
every night when i couldn't sleep
You lulled me
everytime when i was down
You cheered me
every day i will miss you
You made me
when i look up the sky and i see your smile
it makes me happy
the time wasn't right it hurts me like hell
losing you early
when i see others sons with mothers in love
then i feel envy
the things that i've done or should've done
now i see clearly
everything that i'm proud of
You taught me
every night when i couldn't sleep
You lulled me
everytime when i was down
You cheered me
every day i will miss you
You made me
seeing you lie in the bed brings up memories i have
You can see life through my eyes
and i will make you proud
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