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Tears on your lips
Tears on your lips
So cold
You hardly can go on
Making your bets
Stroking your frets
So what?
There’s nothing left
But pain remains the same
The same

Cell on your bed
Making no sense at all
Nobody’s gonna ring
Why does it hurt
I don’t deserve it all
There’s noone home
But pets remain the same
The same

I can’t cope with this century alone
A lucky compass, show me, where to roam
I can’t cope with this century alone
A lucky compass, show me where’s my home

I won’t forget,
I won’t forget
I swear
The light behind your eyes
But I don’t regret
Taking your bed
Away
There’s nothing left
But plan remains the same
The same

I can’t cope with this century alone
A lucky compass, show me, where to roam
I can’t cope with this century alone
A lucky compass, show me where’s my home
Show me, where’s my home.


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