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spoken in french, end of the nighttaking a cab home through the blue orange lightwhere the cars talk in whispers, the bakeries claim for the airhow i wish i could stay, but i was never therewatching the box, mute button onwatching a man talking about something wronghe's in his late sixties, he speaks with his handshis glance always looks to the left but i can't look beyond...how i try to wakebut the moment i wake up i see something i made upwhy?give me somebody else's eyesyou pick on the loneliest peopleyou pick out the loneliest worldand you stand for no-oneand you stand like herbut i try to release her, i try to forget youbut down in the long gaze, just greatbut i am king and iyou say there's something on the mainhere are my faults, i am a manwhat could i do? don't want to know if i canbuild buildings and rescue, sow seeds with my handsSongtextei've come here to look far away but i can't look beyond....how i try to wakebut the moment i wake up i see something i made upwhy?give me somebody else's eyesyou pick on the loneliest peopleyou pick out the loneliest worldand you stand for no-oneand you stand like herbut i try to release her, i try to forget youbut down in the long gaze, just greatbut i am king and ithere's something on, there's something on the mainyou pick on the loneliest peopleyou pick out the loneliest worldand you stand for no-oneand you stand like herbut i try to release her, i try to forget youbut down in the long gaze, just greatdown in the long gaze just waiting for herdown in the long gaze just,the long gaze, just great Aus Songtexte Mania