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The clouds are drifting to the east, my friendAbove the city of our dreams, my friendTime is on the other side, my friendIts tough times for gentlemenThe roads are stretchin' out too far, my friendAnd now we don't know where we are, my friendThe street lights only say "don't walk", my friendAnd the radio never plays the endOf the songs, of the songs that made us happyWhen, we believe that we would turn out goodAnd any day, we would raise Atlantis againThe way that we should raise our kids, my friendAnd now we hardly get to borrow themTo spend a weekend in the cityWhere everybody knows, the songsAll the songs that made us happy, whenWe believe that we would turn out goodAny day, we would raise Atlantis againAll the songs that made us happy, whenWe believe that we would turn out goodAnd any day we would raise Atlantis again Aus Songtexte Mania