Aufwiedersehen Traurigkeit,. lass mich allein .. Zuhause ist ein glückliches Gesicht, das wartet .. Sogar in der Abwesenheit, spielt die Musik weiter ..
Oh A cinematic landscape of fantasy. Visionaries' soldier on, soldier on. Towards a destiny. Rip, rip, rip it up the cynics bible cast. Our eyes towards the happy people.
And if the karma patrol. Take control. I'm gonna be in trouble. And if the moral police. Asks for receipts. I am gonna burst their bubble. Richen, smidgen Muddy, smutty.
And if the karma patrol. Take control. I'm gonna be in trouble. And if the moral police. Asks for receipts. I am gonna burst their bubble. . Richen, smidgen.
I'll, I'll, Still beauty, colourful,. These blossoms are up for bloom.. One promise is just like a heart,. They get broken. But I'll try my hardest.. .
Unknown. Miscellaneous. Whats The Life Of A Man. WHAT'S THE LIFE OF A MAN. . As I was a walking one morning at ease. A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees.
They calling me a freakshow. I'm kinda freaking out.. Coz all the freaks are standing. Standing by my side and I.. . I kinda feel at home. They calling me a sell-out..
Devilishly gorgeous temptress. She, she knew that I would. And elegantly wasted tasted more. More than I should. . Was a giant mistake, gigantic. Was a giant mistake, gigantic.
Hey girl, got beautiful hands.. You dance like a goddess, it's true.. If I was the sea and you were the moon, I'd always be following you. . Hey girl, diamonds and pearls could never compare to you..
Fairytales all tell a lie. In real life the good guys die. Let's go somewhere safe, to outer space. Let's climb to the moon. . I have no desire for truth.
Honey you're my favourite. I wonder do you feel the same. Honey you're delicious. I wonder so I taste the same. . I'm an old romantic standing here clutching my bleeding heart.
Guess I'd like the simple things in life. little house and someone to call my wife. I see such beauty. as icecream melts on your hot hot lips. -- chorus --.
Desire imitations. Fading passions. You say I don't hold you. The way I used to. Fantastic illusions. Harsh assumptions. You say I don't kiss you. The way I used to.
Wish upon a falling star. The passion patrol. Accept us for who we are. We've gone and lost control, oh no. . The outline of miracle. Required to be traced.
Prospects drive us we don't need all the facts. Gotta keep moving. Not quite sure of the route design our own map. Moving. We call this dancing. Our love is flowing.
Did it happen the way we wanted. Maybe not. Maybe I love you like I love myself. Not a lot. . Not a lot. Not a lot. . Not a lot. Not a lot. . I didn't call you.
Waking up to your compliment makes suicide sex-positive. It's good for us depressives to keep someone else alive. There's hatred at the window. Try not to be distracted.
Trawling on my DM. You don't know me though. Had you on my lips again. You don't know me though. I don't need a girlfriend. You don't know me though. Wrecked another weekend.
Fucked in your driveway, in your driveway. . Of pejorative outreach outliers. And transgenic operatives. Ascetic dandy send don't care captions. No creation, no infinite regress.
Haha, they're drugging us. That's how we are here in the fogs. Murder of faces ending up prosaic analogues. You're the only one with any shock of animation.