Walking down this well known street
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Turning 'round for ladies feet
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Like you did so many years ago
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Sitting in that street cafe
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Where you had your cup of tea
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Come on boy don't get sentimental now
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Everything changed but you didn't move on
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And the only fact is
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That you're fifteen years older now
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No use to turn out the lights
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You feel so depressed inside
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When you think of your wasted years at night
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Standing in your discotheque
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Look since hours straight ahead
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Play the part of some young and lonesome star
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Introverted more and more
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Waiting for a small hello
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People next to you they seem so far
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But deep inside you made love to the world
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'Cause your imagination
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Was bigger than reality
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No use to turn out...
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When you came into that town
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You found everything so fine
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All your projects shall be realized
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But your day-dreams strangled you
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Kept you from what you had to do
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And life went on while you were paralyzed
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Heaven knows you would give all you have
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For the change to go back to those days for a new beginning
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No use to turn out...
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Walking down...
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Better you leave the places of your past
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'Cause dreamers love cities and cities hate dreamers
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No use to turn out...
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Wasted Years
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| Deine Lakaien |
