Those fucking birds are singing again It's early morning,much too late and I'm wasted again A Single Malt, a last cigarette And then I rather should be going to bed One last tango on the dance-floor of my mind A little often I'm crying deep inside The morning takes this night that was so long while I am singing in the tower of son Morning glory For those who do not need to weep But not for me; I'm into - I'm into me I was closing her eyes on me Loneliness won't leave me alone My heart, my heart falls like a stone By this time they might be naked in the showers By this time they wash them clean from my insult By this time I'm just a yesterday's man Still I'm praising, just like I would be the fan Can someone out there shoot those birds for me? Can someone tell me what do you feel? All you people without weeds of desire Please come in and kill my always burning fire Morning glory For those who do not need to weep But not for me; I'm into... I was closing her eyes on me Loneliness won't leave alone My heart, my heart falls like a stone I can't bring the ghost that holds me I keep being hard - how How - how - how can love be nightmare? Close her eyes on me... Those fucking birds are singing again It's early morning, much too late and I'm wasted again A single malt, a cigarette. And then I rather should be going to bed...
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