"There must be some way out of here," said the
Well I'm sitting alonewith my guitar slidly out of tuneand
Stupid scatterbrainedtoo much pressure in my veinShithead, silly painmaybe I
I heard she drove a silvery sportscaralong the empty streets
I don't care what shirt you wearAnd I don't want
As we walkin to the mall
people staring dropping jaws
cant belive
If I were God I would doall the things I'd
We are here for youjust to tell you the truthYeah,
Picture me while I'm jumping out the windowPicture me while
What is that look up on your face,a simple mood,have
Moon in shadows, hiding faces in a blue-eyed dead-end-nightBroken dreams
When you're killed by your thoughts like a suicideWhen you're
Wenn ich ein Vöglein wärund auch zwei Flügel hätflög ich
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