I'm bitter like a king who's been dethroned
What's the point of being honest?
That's really what I think but I won't tell you that you're too beautiful
You left, I was in a trance
Sadness takes the stage
You didn't even leave a trace
To make the story seem old
It's not a big deal
Thanks to you I've matured
But maybe tonight I'll die
I want to open up
No, not my veins, don't worry
We'll dance on the roof
I'd like to succeed so you'd come to my shows
There will only be productions if you dig into my documents
Take over
No one lifts me up
And my little finger tells me you were a drug
They tell me I've lost my touch
But I wanted her hand
I told her we'd go far
That we'd have enough to fill the plate
Today my heart wants less
I'll sing it on stage
We shouldn't rush though
I dream of bombing on the A7
They tell me I've lost my touch
But I wanted her hand
I told her we'd go far
That we'd have enough to fill the plate
Today my heart wants less
I'll sing it on stage
We shouldn't rush though
I dream of bombing on the A7
I dream of bombing on the A7
I still think about you, do you know?
I see my glimmer of hope fading
And I admit that sometimes it's hard
You won't give me my chance
You won't listen to my song
No, it's not mean, it's
Just that I see that you're changing me
And you told me: (get lost)
You take out your anger on me when
You said I was fake that
I didn't deserve to be crazy about you
It's hard to turn the page
You dazzle me like a lamp without a shade
I think your absence makes me angry
Why does your voice in my dreams add more
If you love me let me know
I only hear hatred in your voice
Is the remedy to see each other less
I still haven't found my way
They tell me I've lost my touch
But I wanted her hand
I told her we'd go far
That we'd have enough to fill the plate
Today my heart wants less
I'll sing it on stage
We shouldn't rush though
I dream of bombing on the A7
They tell me I've lost my touch
But I wanted her hand
I told her we'd go far
That we'd have enough to fill the plate
Today my heart wants less
I'll sing it on stage
We shouldn't rush though
I dream of bombing on the A7

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