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These withered hands have dug for a dream PKW Klebefolien Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Over the hill, a desolate wind Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy Bonn Webprogrammierung
The end, oh, the end We live again Brauhaus Köln Oh, I grow weary of the end
Oh, hungry days in the footsteps of fools Grundstücke Dortmund Gazing alone through sex-painted windows Dredging the night, drunk libertines Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland Astrologie
Love is a plague in a mix-match parade Mietwohnung Where the castaways look so deranged When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn And love will be new, never cold and vacant Immobilien Abschreibungen
These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Denkmalabschreibungen
