Transport Motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people Clinging onto bottles
(w. graber) You were the only one I was the one who never tried You were the one.. the only one I'll build your hope - then make you cry While others
Ain't had a job in about a year Living down in my parents' basement I wish that I could get outta here Sometimes I think I need a vacation Can't get
by Dean Friedman Even our old friends who should've known better They said, "She's heading for ruin. Turn away and forget her?" But they don't know you
Lass doch mal Dampf ab Und geh mit deinem Schatz Am nA¤chsten Samstag Auf den FuA?ballplatz Es muss ja nicht die Bundesliga sein Ein Prima-Club ist
Poor Mr Brown was so romantic he didn't deserve to die, Now I've made myself clear twice, The way he was felled was oh so tragic for him and his Lady
And the tears fall like rain down my face again Oh, the words you wouldn't say And the games you played with my unfoolish heart Oh, I should have known
Hey yeah It was a beautiful letdown When I crashed and burned When I found myself alone Unknown and hurt It was a beautiful letdown The day I knew That
I got a snotty nose, I got nappy hair My mommy don't love me And my daddy don't care, no My sister's a slut and my brother's a drunk And I'm standin'
And the tears fall like rain Down my face again All the words you wouldn't say And the games you played With my unfoolish heart Oh I should have known
Won't you come inside And lay down next to my fire? Can you feel my heartbeat? Let me show you my desire First you have to tell me please, uh, huh Gonna
Verse: Won't you come inside, and lay down next to my fire Can you feel my heartbeat, let me show you my desire First you have to tell me please, uh
Lass doch mal Dampf ab Und geh mit deinem Schatz Am nachsten Samstag Auf den Fu?ballplatz Es muss ja nicht die Bundesliga sein Ein Prima-Club ist unser
I wish I could see you now After all those times you let me down And I'll tell you how I feel And I'll return the favor after this knife's out of my spine
Their arms, they reach, They branch like they're trying to catch me, They stand so tirelessly, Outgrown, the sides of roads, Are mixed in gold, The summer
Transport, motorways and tram lines Starting and then stopping, taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings disappointed people clinging onto bottles
I used to think that you were my friend We were in it together until the end But now that's changed, now I know Now your true colors, they fucking show