My name's Rudiger, everything's complicated.
The stains on my shirt mean
The side work is done, time to clock out
The silent
Now Im alone,
I call my friends and they're not even
He must be confused, he doesn't know what he's getting
Stop making fun of me, I never did anything to
Every time I think back when we were the best
I stop by to say hello,
You're not home you lost
Growing up dangers, your worries growing bigger.
Everything's getting thrown at
I give up, I let go
I've been worrying so long
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