Red Dons - Ausländer | Текст песни

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Taken from a place, to where I'm from.
An ordinary face with voice all wrong.
Corrupted representation,
of where I've come.
No good, it's understood.

I keep a little piece of where I'm from,
in my pocket if I can, I can.
And it's all I'll ever own,
because I'm never coming home.

Suddenly I figure out,
that I'm lost and won't be found.
I keep a little piece of where I'm from.
Suddenly, I need it now.

When he returned
to the place he was born.
He could only, only remain
a cheap artifact of where he'd been.

I keep a little piece of where I'm from,
in my pocket if I can, I can.
And it's all I'll ever own,
because I'm never coming home.

Suddenly I figure out,
that I'm lost and won't be found.
I keep a little piece of where I'm from.
Suddenly, I need it now.

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