All grossed up having a fantastic time. In love, never forcing smiles. No one ever likes to commit - it's the age we're living in. Will we ever miss the mischief we've found on the Reeperbahn? Keep quiet son. Just keep smiling. Keep quiet son. Yeah, just keep smiling. Now I'm fed up with what became a replica of what was once an honest love. All her wanderlust and world desire - I just got dragged along. I didn't want to drive, but I got stuck with the stress from the Autobahn. Five years of marriage was five years of madness. I know I have dug this own hole.

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