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Alphaville - Script of a dead poet

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The coffee black and nearly cold
and i look back while hours pass by
a sheet of paper on the table torn to shreds
if you are able to solve the puzzle, try
it s my last script that you may hold
or wipe away when the bar has closed
my last remains here in your hands and in the end
what i was writing for, i just don t know
don t know
how many times to make youy understand
or was it for the triumph of applauding hands
how many words i had to spell and all the stories i would tell
for the short and orgiastic turn when d you say: well
what were they for, these black inked dreams
a guaranty that i was wise
and so called gods define an entrance for eternal life
into a masterpeace of mine
all i wanted to be
was extraordinary, extraordinary
and maybe i was wrong
how many people have i killed
with my suicidal songs

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I m picking up these broken pieces again
i m feeling like i m lost and all i do is find you there
we ve been here before
i m never coming back again, not again
tomorrow is too soon for you my dear
i...

Returns and exchanges

This is like pulling teeth
Said the man with the gap-toothed smile
Upon decline.
So the silence seeped into
An impatient line
Of returns and exchanges
And the silence brewed
Like a storm
As they brooded over their misfortunes...

Some things you can t take
We re all ashamed
We share a common weakness:
We re all afraid
Of a pointless existence.

Still the...

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