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Looking over Athens,
I can’t seem to figure out
Why I cannot hear the sounds
I feel so damn small, a city on its own against
What we call sense
I ‘am thirsty again
A scotch and soda will bring me there
To you
Where can you order sun and drinks on a to small seat and think;
Euphoria
Euphoria, Euphoria
Euphoria, Euphoria
Walk for hours, no particular way
Alleys, streets and selling mates, euphoria
A late night session again
Will it ever come to an end? Euphoria
I hope not because, an eye full of:
Euphoria
Euphoria, Euphoria
Walk for hours, no particular way
But in Athens that’s okey
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It’s all too late tonight
To thank them for the ride back home
You can see it loud and clear
We go and disappear
We’re going nowhere
Pointing out your gun when all is set and done
Seems so pointless to me
Make it, make it fine
The same could be said about you and me
We belong to be but then we never where
Pointing out your gun when all is said and done
Seems so pointless to me
Grab your guts and make it right
And please me with your alibis
Make it, make it fine
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You’re living in the colours of your own idea
You’re living with the killer of your fear
Come on now baby
Let me be your road
Your guide in this land
And your inner voice
Don’t be afraid, go
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and ride it somehow
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and fight it somehow
You can move the shade of power
And the light of day
We’ll take over the darkness tonight and shape it in our own way
Come on now baby
Let me be your road
Your guide in this land
And your inner voice
Don’t be afraid, go
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and ride it somehow
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and fight it somehow
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Mercury falls below the zero point
And hope even so
Although you knew that it would be the toughest climb
You said you do not do it for yourself, to be someone divine
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and ride it somehow
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to go and fight it somehow
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I told her I screwed up
She said: it is okey
Now that meant something to me
But I loved her anyway
Why do I keep on running from me?
Why do I keep on running from me?
She wants to get closer
But I just walk away
Is this the way I tell you?
Is this the way I say, that it’s alright, alright
that it’s alright, alright
Now it’s truth or dare, I simply do not wanna choose
She doesn’t, no she doesn’t care
So it’s alright, alright
So it’s alright, alright
Why do I keep on running from myself?
Why do I keep on running at all?
Why do I,
Why do I keep on running at all?
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When she finally goes to sleep
There is nothing to keep her awake for
When she finally goes to sleep
When she finally goes to sleep
She arrives in the land of the unknown
She is standing tough
But she never doubts, she never feels alone
Kissing and embracing everyone
When she finally sails away (there is nothing to keep her awake for)
When she finally drifts away (there is nothing)
She sails upon an ocean of poetry
She wears a crown because she
Is the queen of an imaginary state of mind
When she leaves, when she leaves reality behind
She tries to keep the best of all these things
She tries to keep the best of all these dreams
She is trying the best of all these things
She tries to keep the best of all these scenes
When she finally sails away (there is nothing to keep her awake for)
When she finally drifts away (there is nothing)
She sails upon an ocean of poetry
She wears a crown because she
Is the queen of an imaginary state of mind
When she leaves, when she leaves reality behind
I’d like to sail away
On a ship one day
I’d like to sail away
On a ship one day
She sails upon an ocean of poetry
She wears a crown because she
Is the queen of an imaginary state of mind
When she leaves, when she leaves reality behind, reality behind
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You’re only just gone,
You’re only just gone as I
Try to remember the good things in live
I walk through your garden, I walk through your street
In every picture and frame there’s something I meet
Of you, the yellow tree is burning blue
But always behind the glass I look at the sun
You left me in guilt, as I want none
‘Don’t worry about the thing’, you say
‘Don’t bother, it’s all right, it is okey’
But you saving prayers for me
Makes it unfair, you see
To sing you a song, sweet and kind
Leave your worried head behind
But always behind the glass I look at the sun
You left me in guilt, as I want none
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Musical
04:14
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This may sound
Like a musical to you
But it ain’t, no, no it ain’t what it smells like, no
It’s just a simple song
It’s just a simple song I wrote for you
There’s so much wrong this year
There’s so much wrong this year and we’re wearing the same clothes
And I don’t think I can call it, don’t think I may call it
An aspect of live
We are wearing the same damn shoes, we are wearing the same damn shirts
Today, but we are choosing them, we’re taking them
In a whole different way, a whole different way, a whole different way
Than we did, and than we will tomorrow
Please don’t leave us, please don’t say you’ll leave us this way
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I have no money for the telephone
But girl you don’t know half how much I want you to know
Somebody called yeah, somebody called on me
So now I call on you babe can’t you see?
I want to tell you stories, night and day
Girl, you’re not done jet, you are only half way
Kiss me in the morning and forget my face
And again and again and again and again
Nice!
Maybe I will tell about the stories that are not aloud
To hear when you are seventeen, ‘cause you are almost eighteen
Maybe I will tell about the stories that are not aloud
To hear when you are seventeen, ‘cause you are almost eighteen
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What I can do
Is not what you want
What I can say
You don't wanna hear
I'm learning to give
I'm learning to get
If there was something better
Than I would give it back
How can it be
That I feel guilt for you lovin' me
How to explain
That feeling ain't endless hey
How can it be
That I feel guilt for you lovin' me
I've been here before
I will pass it by
I'm getting it out
Replace it with love
I'm learning to give
I'm learning to get
If there was something better
Than I would give it back
If there's something I long for than
If there 's something I need more back
If there's something I want more than
It would be your adding yeah
If there's something I long for than
If there 's something I need more back
If there's something, oho
How can it be
That I feel guilt for you lovin' me
I feel guilt for you lovin' me
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I, I’m falling out
Out of my skin
Not going back
You, You’re breaking back in
You’re breaking the rules
Of everything
And how, how does it come?
You get me so wrong
If you get me at all
You and me,
We’re going back home
Impatiently
You like the parties
The conversations
A masterpiece
I, I’m just not amused
Can we go, go back home?
On, this freezing day
No one can do,
Any good to me
And how, how does it come?
You get me so wrong
If you get me at all
You and me,
We’re going back home
Impatiently
Say you never really want it like this
Say you never thought of it
Say you always want it this way
Say, Say, Say
How, how does it come?
If you get me so wrong
How does it come
If you get me at all
You and me,
We’re going back home
Impatiently
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