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Sitting on a futon mat, in a in Darmstadt,
Kevin Seconds to me in passing,
"Age never meant shit to me. It's all about and stupidity",
And I thought that there's no way to live.
We were on the stairs in Brno, when she bit my lip and my throat,
And a hi-ball glass above our heads.
It seemed her lover through the walls, while we were kissing, arm in arm,
I left and spent the alone instead.

I couldn't tell you dear, which one whispers in my ear, the or St. Andrew...
But I know its to go.
I'm sure you got a great theory, if I'm something or its haunting me,
But i there ain't no right way to measure the globe...oh no.

I what you dream of, I dream of it too.
Of roads that are endless and rooms are huge.
Are these visions of or nightmares I'm living?
All I know, is that I'm scared of the

And if the could end very soon,
And all accomplished is moot,
I'll the carpet in gasoline, strike our last match and leave,
Before the house is consumed.

So, I'll my hand in tattoos.
kiss any woman that moves,
There's no Lord to me and physics is tricky,
So, all that I'm left is you.