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diese sind
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
dieser merkwürdige Begleiter kam auf shuffling Füße
wenn ein Brief für Freiheit erfolgt ist
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
sie kennt eine preiswerte Freigabe
eine Meile nach
wenn Nacht entlang den Straßen der Stadt treibt
Glück
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte

 



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