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Please be my big lion
And hold my hand...
Lost and Found
Who are you imbecile
Who are you again
It doesn't matter
Who I am
You have a problem
Think about why
Do what you have to
So do I
It's silent around you
God bless the creature
I can't help it
I'm not a teacher
I'm a baby
I'm a man
Think it over
If you can
You can hit me
Shoot me down
I don't care
Here my crown
Above the star
Insuring my coming
I can walk
No need for running
You are a raper
Don't touch me again
Don't be silly
Dull woman
My God
Do you want to be
The love of my life
Do you want to be
My hope, my jive
Do you want to be
The best that I am
Do you want to be
My love, my man
Do you want to be
My answers, my peace
Do you want to be
My god, my release
Oh my Lord
I want to thank you for your love
The flying birds there high above
The rising sun you made me see
The tenderness you give to me
You made me learn
And still I do
You help me up
You help me through
You make me free
You make me live
You make me strong
Make me forgive
You are so gentle
You are so right
Your might is brilliant
It holds me tight
I want to sing for you
And more
To praise the one
Whom I adore
This is my prayer
For evermore
My gracious love
My light ashore
Rarely True
I feel so young
I feel so small
I feel a thousand doubts
That's all
That's what it feels like
Far from you
That's what it feels like
In, not through
Wondering above
Like a crying dove
Lonely, too
But deeply blue
Sadly
I let you go, my dear
For good and whatever, again
Maybe you didn't love me
Or I am not what I am
Things are getting weary
Nearly, oh, lose all touch
No idea 'more what, heaven, matters
But it doesn't mean so much
I'm weak, with without any force
Hope to love you, god, to cuddle and care
Neither sure if wishes ever come true
Nore sure if you are aware
Can't keep my eyes open
Hardly keep my life ahead
Longing, incurably romantic
Getting loneliness instead
I miss you like crazy
May be stupid, may be good
Didn't treat me as sweet as you are, honey
Don't treat me the way you could
With a heavy heart I call the thing off
You used to be my man
Now I'm alone like a straying lamb
Hardly know anything, again
Simply Sex
I'm not homo
I'm not bi
I'm not normal
I am free
What is normal
What's a freak
What is strong
And what is weak
Is this body
Mighty keen
All I've got
Or all you've seen
I'm really bored
Of archaic views
It's time for oddities
It's time for news
What does it matters if you're black or white
What does it matters if you're small or tall
Man or woman
No shit at all
Open eyes
To what's not to see
Open eyes
In liberty
It's pretty urgent
To accept
Instead of
Judging and select
Who are you
Where you come from
Where do you go
When you are gone
Are you sure
That you really fit
Are you worth
A lot or a bit
God only knows
Cosmos, Jesus or however you want to name
Life is truth
And not a game
But take and use my body
Not knowing who I am
And continue yapping cockeyed
„Woman or man“
Stop
Sleepless in this love affair
Sleepless in this dream
I'm of you and all aware
You are cruel and mean
Can't get shocked
An open book
Stop to act
I had a look
Don't know the end
But you know in a every way
I'm not anxious
For to say
This isn't worth it
To waste my time
This is a sin, god
This is a crime
I want to get further
I want to get high
You're not here, good
I'll get by
Sun without Fun
Sunday without you again
Sunday without me
Sunday with and out my man
Sunday on a knee
Popcorn's smelling sweetly
Near there far away
Lazy feet, a teeny
Longing here to stay
Swinging rhythm beneath me
Swinging air on beside
A swinging heart inside there
Honor against pride
Noting more to gain now
Nothing more to buy
No things more to offer
No tears more to cry
I feel quite so empty
I feel quite so blue
I feel quite a weight
Silence is it you
You are vanished
Into thin air
You are lost
Fair or not fair
You've preferred
Repeatedly to run
Boring Sunday
Sun without fun
The End of a World
Is the end coming
Is the end near
Any use of running
Or disappear
Few words to stay now
Only words to pray
Killing thoughts among us
Not that far away
Holding ourselves together
Holding faith and hope
Hate and fear however
Everybody's dope
God the hell's around
God we realize
What is right about it
Ain't we are that wise
Help us through this drought
Help us through this stress
Help us to forgive
Help us SOS
Thee First Song
The man's gone for you now
The one who risked with courage and tried to convince
Looking at and for your love
Ever and since
The man's gone
Who trusted in you, because of God
Denying himself and obeying
A whole lot of lot
This man was neglected and mistrusted
This man was hurt
This man was a dog, then cat, then tiger
Now a trying to fly away bird
Could it have been better
Could it have been good
Could it have succeeded
Could it, oh, could
What's left now is the woman
Fine and fragile and frighten
Longing for her man
Be precious and enlighten
Longing to be convinced
Longing to be found by clue
Longing to be surprised
A whole life through
Sitting in between and behind her walls
She's lonely, but secure
She's still got love to give
In heaven and pure
Could it have been better
Could it have been good
Could it have succeeded
Could it, oh, could
The person is little
But the soul is enormous big
And hope is alive
To stick, God, to stick
So who are you now
Who you wanna be
The woman who's lost
Or the man going to be Gee
Do you wanna fight for good
Do you wanna decide for ever
Do you wanna be a hero
Do you wanna be clever
Could it be better
Could it be good
Could it succeed
Could it, oh, it could
Fuck the Snob
What is up now, „happiness“
What, goddamn, a pity
What or who are you
Fucking hell of city
You live around
Sucking goody's blood
Ignoring what's about
Searching for what is hot
Ain't giving help
Or understanding
No matter what continues
Or what is ending
I feel alone, I feel deserted
So what
I punk myself in misery
Being true whole lot
There is no light of kindness
Except the light of night
Escaping each new day
Fighting for what right
The sadness is overwhelming
Every than and now
Can't help yearning
Sometimes, stupid how
And you call yourself
A fucking friend
Don't give a shit t' your winning
No shit to what's ever meant
What's meant to be
To get, to achieve
You are an asshole
You don' believe
The city is your world
Little world of your mind
Money around
Unlikely, unkind
You're boring, exhausting
I'm fed of that stuff
Your incredible stupidness
Of can't getting enough
Hit the road madness and easiness
And fucking fly
Before it's to late
For love, to ever die
Ghost Town Blues
I feel horrible, I feel exhausted
I feel my heart is in pain
I feel no headway in all this motion
I feel perverse, insane
My heart quite nearly explodes
Alarming and depressing
Don't know what for or when
But go on blindly guessing
No help, no being
No other side
Extremely nothing
Wider and wide
Hardly know if I should move
Should I beware or should I care
If I'm not here, I'm surely not there
Not at all or anywhere
Messed up one
How weird, what a pity
Alien of life
A ghost in a city
My face is burning
Touching atmosphere
Oh, could you be with me
Oh, could you be here
Going for Gold
Oh, how I love you
You crazy one, sweet
Still, although and furthermore
The better I need
I feared I could hate you
Trade you and go by
But nevertheless I adore you
I'm expecting you guy
I'm happy on earth
Longing to share it
I'm happy about hope
To feel and bear it
It's ,oh, so good gotten over
Mellow and fine
Even far away I adore you
My true love, you're mine
No place for illusion
You'll come back again
Invisible woman
Invisible man
Drummer Boy
Hey, shh...be silent
Baby you
Stop the drums for a while
And let me through
Let me make you hear
The best of my heart
Beating the same old way
Like yours, just apart
Lonely and frightened
Longing for a friend to call
Dreaming of someone
To win after all
Let us give space to them
To create a sound
Going to the front
Not only spinning around
Can you here my voice
Sweet drummer there
Your heart is my mike
And your love is the air
So hey, shh...be silent
Baby you
Stop the drums for a while
And let me through
Be Careful
Attention
For whom you fall
Remember
You're precious at all
Attention
For what's up
And avoid to be
A pup'
Attention
Before it's too late
And all that rests is
Hate
Attention
For your life
Go on and too
Arrive
Attention
For she cares
Love
And not affairs
Attention
You're in the plan
Be as honest
As you can
Attention
You're too good
Defend it
When you should
Facing Liberty
Sitting in a backyard
Sun is leaving and coming
Would like to stay
But can't stop running
It's a kind of obsession
It's a kind of hell
A case of being crazy
And knowing me well
Devil is doing good work
Devil is cheating on me
God can't help it, help it
Hell, thank god, I'm free
I'm facing the dark
Straight to the rotten why
Remembering good life
My oh my
Damned missing of could be
Damned thinking of should be
Can't bear to fail again
I miss me here, my man
I need to respect him
I'm longing for salvation
I'm a bad farmer
For my own creation
Being confused
The desert sucks
Love is not a game
It's dealing with lucks
Can't afford the risks
Anymore
Devil's got me
God it's war
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