[Kiske]



Started the day with this song flying 'round my head

Still my heart changes colors seconds led

Makes it hard to move out of bed

A man on TV gives impressions of our time

It won't get deep with your own demons in your mind

Leaves a bad taste behind



I get too many invitations

Too much that we just won't need

Sugar-smiles are hounding sweet

It makes simplicity unique



So I love the morning sun

A new born smile that's just begun

I never pictured myself so hackneyed

The same old story: you still cry

When the sad part of the film passes by

We never pictured ourselves so hackneyed



Started this song with that day flying 'round my head

And in my heart stays a tone full colored sad

Makes it hard to forget

Yes I believe in those simple, pure, clean ways

But after all I cannot tell you if it stays

Hope it does, hope it pays



I get to many invitations

Nothing's what it seems to be

Reality becomes unreal

A rebel falls head over heels



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