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?I label you the life of me? his voice full of sincerity he'd never ever fall like this again she responds with alchemy poems, paints and purity you'd always finds her face beneath the sun they were singing they ran amuck, European streets the songs of future children sing he hesitates, thinks, loses faith ?god there's not that much of me so many things I need to see? she watches as he slowly crashes down but kept on singing ?I label you the life of me, I guess this sums it up.... I hope you do not mind when I am not there Someone will come to rescue you and all will be okay Until you break them down to throw away? She stopped singing She's wrinkled, grey and worn to bits SongtexteHer ratty chair which upon she sits The passing of the days don't bother her She takes her time, she talks out loud She doesn't care bout sun nor cloud Slowly takes a sip and settles in If only he had married her, gone to spain to be with her Instead he slipped and threw away the key He sits alone by his lonesome self To watch her photograph ?I wonder if she's wondering of me if I'm still singing? Aus Songtexte Mania