Dem Schicksal bist du echt schnuppe A doin' the Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoon

lui +Ę il gatto, ed io la volpe, siamo in societ+á Je ne saurais pas All I gotta say is All of that real shit, you know what I'm saying?

She must've known
Then I end up misbehaving
Cuz everyday my love (everyday babe, you got me thinking for you)
Crazy head spins
and the steel rails are cold and hard and the moutains they go down
Sanfte Spuren, die im Sand verwehen.
I know what I'm sayin', I grew up too soon
Learning from misery
and Damon Frank from here on out we gonna hold your name down
I'm Walking Behind You
I'm packing my stuff
Sieh' dich vor...
the fields are coming to you
They can't see the patterns they're weaving
But as soon as you get home
But it seems building blocks
No one lives their lives
You know it just ain't my style