this time you've said too much
and i don't know if you made a mistake
we can't pretend it was
just a mumble of completely drunk girl
take a look now spring is coming
it's time to get off your mask
why you're yealing better shut your mouth
and listen to the music of our times
funny thing if it's gonna be true
i bet you still alone drowning in blues
disaster in your eyes
can't decide if take a drink or to dance
i'm really waisted too
but still ready to run for your smile
we can make it like in the good old days
like analog tapes
just skip the time by rolling up our heads
then just switch the side and do it again
going back to the days of songs
we are survivors from the ocean of noise
when the sound was something you can hug
and we were swiming in the electric pool
don't you ever think about me
night is getting short and we
we can fall into the music
and fall into the rythm
and dance into the morning
outside still snowing
inside we're burning
don't you ever think about me
night is getting short and we
we can fall into the music
and fall into the rythm
and dance into the morning

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