He listens, understanding every word
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And appears just like two weeks away
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Good morning, you're my last pure hope
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Take this waiter as my single note
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And then
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They went along the pale of days
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And slept in sweet, white hearing lamps
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To overcome their doubt
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To feel like careful pills
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And then
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Yeah, eventually she goes
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My life is in a hose
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And all that I could say
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Would sound so fucking grey
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Eventually she goes
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My life is in a hose
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And all that I could say
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Would sound so fucking grey
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Yeah, Eventually She Goes
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| Maximilian Hecker |
