Don't send me back, don't send me home
It's too full of the ghosts I know
I am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ball
Im at the gates, I wait in hope
Frozen by the eastern cold
I was in Berlin, I was on my own
Hengelo I am so glad
For everything I carry on my back
Hengelo I was so scared
Up to my neck in debt
Oh, Hengelo
Oh, Hengelo
When waves pull back the seabed shows
When cash dries up youre just skin and bones
I was in Berlin, I was on my own
Hengelo I am so glad
For everything I carry on my back
Hengelo I was so scared
Up to my neck in debt
Hengelo I am so glad
For everything I carry on my back
Hengelo I was so scared
Up to my neck in debt
Oh, Hengelo I am so glad
For everything I carry on my back
Oh, Hengelo I was so scared
Up to my neck in debt
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