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Skin off like lightning Breathing flames from tourist trade Your eyes go quite frightening You lock your gaze on to my face Heavy eyed Crawling on the roadside Swinging from the street lights I hope by the morning I will have grown back By the morning I will have grown back I'll escape with him Show him all my skin Then I'll go I'll go home Amsterdam I'm a flying kite in the breeze just Restlessly seeking images a child needs to help them sleep I've been thinking that I should see someone Just to find out if I'm alright By the morning I will have grown back By the morning I will have grown back I'll escape with him Show him all my skin SongtexteThen I'll go I'll go home Amsterdam I used to dream of Adventure When I was younger With lungs miniature But now we're killing Our brain cells Is this called living Or something else Or something else By the morning I will have grown back By the morning I will have grown back By the morning I will have grown back By the morning I will have grown back Aus Songtexte Mania