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every fool that fallsfalls slightly fasterthan the apple on the masterquietly napping by a treeend everytime he fallshe finds some reason,some disgraceful mechanism,to get up and fall again,then he will sayi'm not going home,today might be dayi'm coming to the end of somethingyet it's early to let gonow the beggar and the loverare smiling to one anotherlike they never did beforewith every winter gone i write a letterand if i was to live foreveri would do it all the sameit is addressed to some fool in thefutureone that's older and much looserjust in case he will forgetSongtextehe used to say:i'm not going home,today might be dayi'm coming to the end of somethingyet it's early to let gonow the beggar and the loverare smiling to one anotherlike they never did before Aus Songtexte Mania