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at the end of your days at the end of the day the flowers i plant you are far away i remember your grace why are you gone the end of the day it was the end of your days at the end of your days she gives them the creeps her face is white they ask 'why don't you smile?' she gives them the creeps! they ask 'why do you shy away?' she gives them the creeps! she gives them the creeps! this day in the cellar this day in the cellar i shadow the world when a storm is coming and you just smile 'love me. love me. always' todeswolken todeswolken fressen sich durch's land todeswolken kriechen übers land die lungen sind verbrannt todeswolken fressen sich durch's land todeswolken kriechen über's land unter die erde world of plastic the colour of your hair in this world of plastic the stuff which is seldon seen is a plain smile of which we dream what lies below the surface dead animals rot in cans dead people rot before cans and the rainbow is just gray if i can't avoid it |
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