kriegt kein Applaus. Du willst'n Mann der dich, wie du bist, akzeptiert, doch du glaubst nicht mehr an Wunder. Nein du hast kapituliert. [Refrain] Du
: Vogel schweigen auf den Zweigen. Schlaf, mein liebes Kind, bei Dir sitzt eine fremde Mutter, wiegt Dich leise und singt. Bei Dir sitzt eine fremde
(Cal Sweat/Brenda Sweat) (Track 4 - Time 3:28) Can I have this dance my you're looking pretty Is there something wrong did he leave you hurting I don
It was meant to be But all along it never meant a thing Never stopped to ask you why You didn't pass me by Did you see me in your life? Flash before
They can't hear me! 25 years of my life In my own prison Built in my head 25 years of my life In my own prison Built in my head I've given all of me
I exclude light and wash my hands of you By larger being devoured Leaving only me to improve Weep Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the
That burning feeling Red liquids, clear liquids Blessed are the sick Children shiver in the river Where is our God now? Does he watch over all in El
She cured the plague of the holy child And all the while I've been watching And, "Boom", she said in her room With her red fingernails and a grip on the
Welcome to Hollywood Girl My dance has passed Welcome to Hollywood girl Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore Combine the throbbin' in my head With the
Who you fucking now? I use my slit wrist, sign my name with And when you can't compete with the Joneses You gun 'em all down, even the father You fucking
You only get one taste For this gift we are graced You only get one taste And for this gift, for this gift For this gift, wait, wait Now let me go So
When I get back, pre-break of dawn Hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone Talking in the rain Things pan out exactly as I say they will Will I
Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a rock star I only beat you when I'm drunk You're only pretty when you're crying We are suppose to be
I draw them on reckless Etched in, scratched in like resurrection Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too I've got to give some to
Give me back my pictures of me Me, you and him makes three It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress And I hope you know like a bitch
There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes And she's adding to her list of 'One hour loves' She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace
I'm glad when you're near And I'm sad when you're here That is what it's like to be me I'm glad when you're here And I'm sad when you're near This is
