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(hinkel / freudenthaler / rohl) |
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You saw her standing at the gateway |
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With her hands in the clouds |
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But the higher she is moving |
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The more it gets you down |
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And she's waiting in the afterglow |
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With her eyes somewhere else |
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It's like she says: |
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'don't let it worry you' |
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Was it just a warning |
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Someday you might awake |
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Maybe all inside of you |
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Is not enough for what you take |
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Was it just a warning |
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Someday you might awake |
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And maybe all inside of you, |
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Maybe you'll fail |
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Somewhere out where you are standing still |
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And shovel dust in the wind |
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Someone told you'd |
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Better wait until the rain will begin |
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Maybe it's time for reflections |
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And the night endless long gives |
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You chance enough |
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To make believe it's going on |
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Was it just a warning |
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Someday you might awake |
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Maybe all inside of you |
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Is not enough for what you take |
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Was it just a warning |
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Someday you might awake |
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And maybe all inside of you, |
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Maybe you'll fail |
