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Strike Out My Name
Strike Out My Name
From Your Address Book
Many fives, even more sixes
Now I open everything up
Now that I can confess everything
Do you still have to get used to it
That what I say is true
Just cross out my name
Don't browse more
In the album with portraits
And forgotten dried bouquets
Put me down now
Put me aside
Like a book from the past
Because you read it only once
Browse but no more
Lies are so beautiful
So silent and mysterious
As long as they are still themselves
As long as you believe them
Let them rest in your head
Because the truth only hurts
Don't browse anymore
In your diary and your notebooks
All pencils and markers
Never wrote anything down
That can now give you something to hold on to
That now allows you to survive
Do what I say one more time:
Just cross out my name
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