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Songtexte: Quix*o*tic. The Breeze.

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There's a time when all will go
There's a time when all will go
So you say you've had enough of this world
I say you haven't
Said you wanted to be in
I said you wouldn't

Oh, to be the breeze in the top of the trees
To be nowhere

There's a time when all will go
There's a time when all will go

There was a reason to be born on earth
And for a moment it was all in place
There was a reason to be born on earth

To be the breeze from the top of the trees
To be nowhere

So you say you've had enough of this world
I say you haven't
Said you wanted to be in
I said you wouldn't

Oh, to be the breeze in the top of the trees
To be nowhere
Oh, there'll come a time oooh
Oh, there'll come a time oooh
Oh, there'll come a time when I'll be in the breeze

To be the breeze in the top of the trees
To be nowhere

There is a way to go there and there's
Leaves life, leaves life

Oh, to be the breeze in the top of the trees
Oh, to be nowhere
Oh, there'll come a time oooh
Oh, there'll come a time oooh
Oh, there'll come a time when I'll be in the breeze

To be the breeze in the top of the trees
To be the breeze in the top of the trees
To be the breeze
Quix*o*tic