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Kunze Heinz Rudolf
State of emergency
Distance
Distance
keep your distance
impairment
of your ability to react
is the worst of all evils
/>in our difficult times
all hands on deck
always just intoxicated
and that is then artificially exaggerated in the media
also
keep your distance
keep your distance You distance
my ancient wounds
are starting to scab over
but I still feel
cruelly thrown into the world
distance
keep your distance
don't come close to me like that
don't come too close to me
no level anywhere
no charisma anywhere
leave everything as it is
I like you as you are
my sweet egoist aaahh
distance
keep your distance
the impairment
of your ability to react
is the worst of all evils
in our difficult times
all hands on deck
always just intoxicated
and that is then artificially exaggerated in the media
also artificially
distance
keep your distance
everyone eats bockwurst
everyone is fine
it is still to be avoided, even
modern bathtubs
smell where the stopper is
a bit like blood
distance
keep your distance
define sadness
define your mind
our two hearts
like children's poop in the sand
distance
keep your distance
the impairment< br/>the ability to react
is the worst of all evils
in our difficult times
all hands on deck
always just intoxicated
and that is then reported in the media
also artificially exaggerated
Text: Heinz Rudolf Kunze
Music: Heinz Rudolf Kunze / Mick Franke