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She breaths so gently Boy I'd hear the clouds move If nothing else She warned me so frankly Boy, I just stopped breathing If nothing helped I feel sorry for myself With a slow-selling smile in between my deafening ears How has it felt all through the years Oh whatever, ever I feel sorry for myself By next week I will be at the end of all that glitters How has it felt all through the years Yea whatever, ever Minor, my diner Boy, I'd eat a cloud now If nothing else Blue sky, you kill my Former aspirations And nothing helps SongtexteFind me, don't mind me Be my guest tomorrow Up in my room Fair days, in stairways Well you should miss them Just waiting out I feel sorry for myself With a slow-selling smile in between my deafening ears How has it felt all through the years Oh whatever, ever I feel sorry for myself By next week I will be at the end of all that glitters How has it felt all through the years Yea whatever, ever Aus Songtexte Mania