1. |
A Part of Me
03:42
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A Part of Me
Goodbye, goodbye it’s time to go.
I´ve had enough so let me know, you know
I´ll have a blunt so I can be
I have nothing but memories
of life which has no perfect meaning
we live and work for what, freedom.
But when I think of what I´ve done
I couldn’t see the sun
wishing I could be, a part of me.
Hello, hello I´d like to know
why god is laughing does he know
I have a personal picture feeling
and he see´s in black and white I´m pleading.
But when I think of what I´ve done
I couldn’t see the sun
wishing I could be, a part of me.
We walk, we talk
and this is not my song.
We play all day
someone give me a reason to
take this take that, take me away.
We´ll sing, we´ll dance losing ourselves.
And I wish you had a point
had it all worked out.
Thinking you were true, your point of view.
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2. |
Mr. Italy
03:21
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Mr Italy
You gave me Amaretto a little bit of Italy
Told me stories about living in a caravan
You taught me circus tricks playing silly games
and we changed our shoes
Time flied by life was fun with You
Little love for my heart and my heart will be fine
You travelled far for me
From Italy to Germany
Chorus:
Was it a lost time we had before?
Sweet memories I don’t need them anymore.
Most of the time things went embarrassing
Like when Frenzy came serving croissants with marmalade
We had just woke up
Still undressed with ruffle hairdos
Bridge:
Hearts goes blue, hearts goes red
Hearts make love and might fit
Hearts that shine, heart lose heart
Hearts will dye, hearts of love
Chorus:
Was it a lost time we had before?
Sweet memories I don’t need them anymore.
You left me a jacket with some cigarettes
Wanting me to taste the memories
But You left a empty bed
and it’s to huge for me and Mr Teddy bear
Chorus:
Was it a lost time we had before? Sweet memories I don’t need them anymore.
Was it a lost time we had before? Sweet memories I don’t need them anymore.
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3. |
Damned
04:53
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Damned
Standing in the kitchen doing all the dishes
I turned off the television
La la La la
Want it all to be so quiet
Because I’m a little bit tired
I lie on my back, keep on turning
Chorus:
Damned to be under the sky
Damned to be the underneath one
Damned, damned, damned, damn
I wonder about the next few hours
Will it be war or will I be naked
Is this the way it’ll keep on floating?
Chorus:
Damned to be under the sky
Damned to be the underneath one
Damned, damned, damned, damn
I always had a lot of obsessions
Things I force myself do
A waste of time but it made me learn
La la la la
Cleaned rooms no dust in surrection
A short dress and red lips
Do I dare to go out tonight?
Chorus:
Damned to be under the sky
Damned to be the underneath one
Damned, damned, damned, damn
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Josepha Grünberg Berlin, Germany
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