Refrain: Es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, Steine flogen an uns vorbei, es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, und wir fuhlten uns frei, und wir fuhlten uns endlich
: Refrain: Es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, Steine flogen an uns vorbei, es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, und wir fuhlten uns frei, und wir fuhlten uns endlich
Iris in the morning rain, sitting in a sea It?s hard to tell the blues apart, she?s salty just like me she thinks she?s on an island or she wishes that
Anybody tell you That there is no resale value When your romance goes to hell you Better say farewell to what you thought was wealth Ever get the feeling
Love has left the room The party is over but I can't get sober Obsession is towing me deep down, down Love has left the room It fled out the back door
The route of our journey is traced out in pink A map of the continents waiting to sink We're an army in training, me and my band Making camp in the evenings
Who told you love is the Alfa and Omega? And that your heart will lead you to the only one? It?s a curse, it?s the hammer that will break you, It?
Don't send me letters in bottles anymore And don't come a-knocking or darken my door We've got a contract - devotion nevermore We're legally bonded in
Brighten the corners and clear out the room Colour the flowers in rose and maroon Light up the fires and season the swine We're gonna party like it's
Darling, darling The moon went out tonight And I'm caught like a doe in your headlights Oh yeah, alright I'm yours to knock around I'm a little too star
you have a mustache,you called me on the phone you wear a beret and you sell colonge you wear colonge but you still smell bad you smell like shit from
Here in Cologne I know I said it wrong I walked you to the train And back across alone To my hotel room And ordered me some food And now I'm wondering
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You should be rolling up by now Knowing I'm a look Cool in them Black and white pictures When they talk about Underground rappers Gettin high and making
You ask me not to wear cologne She'll know you've been with me alone And you can't take our secret home So you ask me not to wear cologne You can wipe
Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite. It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander. They choose to
