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when it feels like you've been waiting since you were a child
for something to happen, for close contact of some kind
when it feel like you've done everything, said everything but don't get any answers
when it feels like your best isn't good enough
yet when the dams break and you hold back a great river
when reality shakes and black snow flows in your blood
they say everything will be better f time heals all wounds
it's political propaganda from the iron curtain
you know like me put your hands up
(there are more than you and me)
who lost the night we love in the fire
(more than you and me)
who dance for Are we ourselves in the dark
(as if there was no tomorrow)
I don't want to be alone, but who wants to be alone?
and this is not a nightmare, it is not a phase
this is something that happens every single day
it feels as if we woke up suddenly in some kind of twilight land
we are the living dead, walking forward hand in hand
and everyone wants to lead, but we still blindly follow
in the light of dawn n small screens, fear slowly creeps in
over the streets and squares when the shops have closed
up the road, through windows and down into our bed
do you feel like me, stretch out your hands
(there are more than you and me)
who lost night we cry in the fire
(more than you and me)
who dance for ourselves in the dark
(as if there was no ¥gon tomorrow)
they say love is a drug I'll take any shit
but if love is a drug it's no drug for me
you are you I'm in love with, yes I feel like you
I love your money, your money loves me
I love your money, who doesn't want to be rich
I want to travel and see the world, who wants to have an ordinary life
but only love the money, because money sets me free
take me to the chorus now
do you recognize yourself
(there are more than you and me)
who lost someone we are cut into the fire
(more than you and me)
dancing for ourselves in the dark
(as if there was no tomorrow)
i don't want to be alone, but who wants to be alone

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