Ab durch die Hintertur Ab durch die Hintertur Ab durch die Hintertur Ab durch die Hintertur Wo ist die Hintertur Hinter mir ... [Refrain] Stille Tage im Klischee
er schon aus, bevor er angefangen hat was soll es also, wo ist der unterschied zwischen image und gewohnheit und dem, was erwartet wird er war halt klischee
dem, was erwartet wird er war halt klischee das tat ihm zwar nicht weh doch irgendwie hat's ihm zu schaffen gemacht er war halt klischee das tat ihm
1. Letztens hab ich mir meine Haare hoch gemacht ein Bullenschwein hat mich dafur ausgelacht gibt es einen Grund warum du so schei?e glotzt? - nicht
: Hurtful words, From my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in
: (Bonus Track) You know how it is! I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm 40 now and I got a family and I got shit to do. And, you know, I made the decision when
: Further into the fog I fall Well, I was just Following you! When you said : "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (Dial-A-Cliche) "Grow up, be
: Sunset over the high-rise, By a motorway, A little man looks up at the sky. An uneventful end to a wasted day. Close-up on the man at the window, Looking
: Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile its' too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me oh so
: Be yourself and not somebody else it might take some, a little effort and maybe just a little help but you can figure it out if not just do what everbody
One more game, one more chance One more orchestrated song and dance He'd be up front and speak his peace And ask for her time to put their heads together
Sunset over the high-rise By a motorway A little man looks up at the sky An uneventful end to a wasted day Close-up of the man at the window Looking
Sunset over the high-rise, By a motorway, A little man looks up at the sky. An uneventful end to a wasted day. Close-up on the man at the window,
What they say Never really mattered to me I've been wrong Open the door, time to move on What has changed? Same old story with a new name I'm not scared
Further into the fog I fall, well, I was just following you When you said, do as I do and scrap your fey ways, dial-a-cliche Grow up, be a man and close
I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words a romantic poetic type or so they say but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you
By: jimmy buffett 1975 She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen They travel around for weeks at a time Writin' down descriptions of the places
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile it's too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me, oh, so
