Depending on how you put it I could understand
Yet I don’t care
The core the point the fact
Die Luft war unwirklich
Pleasure leisure games never meant a
thing
It all depends on the amount of
blood and flesh on the floor
Es war einmal
No one knows how many branches or
faces
Has a single tree
Let alone the fact
Alles war ruhig
Years ago together
Yet gone by
Es gab keine Worte
Remember the screen and the freedom
She came to understand the
complexity
And yelled in her bed on the floor
in your
So intangible arms
Frankreich
He only knows
Is what they say
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| Depardon - Manicomio |
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