die zeitgemäße antwot auf all die welt da draussen, die sich ja so furchtbar ernst nimmt und doch kaum weiss, was sie eigentlich will. wie war das? traue keinem über 30 ? geschätzte sklerotiker/innen: move your hips. auch das ist soul.

amy whinehouse mag anleitung sein:

He left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet,
With his same old safe bet.
Me & my head high,
And my tears dry,
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed
From all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked,
I go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe,
And I'm a tired penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to...
I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
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