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Krummerne

i hear those noises. all those familiar voices. always desturbing in the night time. when can i rest my head in peace and silence? knowing what i'

You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what Some sick [Incomprehensible

I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table You're not listening to me And you say, that you have come as far as you are able But you

Lord bless your children who walk in perfection who manage to Master your will Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey Provide bread of life

Why do you think I just want you for some more? If it the endings over Why do you come back for more? Can be such a drag Stir you 'round and 'round You

[Encuentro del peregrino con un loco (un enfermo mental, no el imbécil que ha diseñado el programa del Gran Hermano) el cual le dice al peregrino

I waited for you No one helped me through I can't believe in you And nothing is true Following you around Shoveling through our problems I don't hate

With your mouth like rubber Cut your teeth on shining steel Talking like my brother When you tell me how it feels Always hiding something Keep your heart

Briciole di baci Briciole d'amore volano nell'aria e con un gaio mulinello si rincorrono nel vento. Queste briciole di baci, briciole di gioia nascono