| Song | Just getting started |
| Artist | Dikta |
| Album | Get it together |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every story has two sides and somewhere in between | |
| The truth lies and waits for me | |
| And time can be greedy, stealing all the details | |
| That you thought you had | |
| The elephant screams so loud the ceiling cracks | |
| And falls down on your head | |
| And still you just sit there, wipe off all the dust | |
| And say that you‘re sad | |
| „Help me to climb this | |
| Magic mountain of me | |
| I‘ve had enough of this | |
| I‘ll never be free“ | |
| Can you please hold my hand | |
| And say this wasn‘t planned | |
| You know I‘ll understand | |
| Just tell me how it is | |
| And someday soon you‘ll see | |
| That it was not just me | |
| And nothing comes for free | |
| At least not worth fighting for | |
| Like every good story, this one has got | |
| A start, middle, end and an epilogue | |
| But it can be tricky to see who is the villain | |
| And who is the hero | |
| What you need to see is that we are nowhere close | |
| To crossing the finishline | |
| It‘s so far away that it‘s looking like a dot | |
| Or maybe a zero |
| Every story has two sides and somewhere in between | |
| The truth lies and waits for me | |
| And time can be greedy, stealing all the details | |
| That you thought you had | |
| The elephant screams so loud the ceiling cracks | |
| And falls down on your head | |
| And still you just sit there, wipe off all the dust | |
| And say that you' re sad | |
| Help me to climb this | |
| Magic mountain of me | |
| I' ve had enough of this | |
| I' ll never be free" | |
| Can you please hold my hand | |
| And say this wasn' t planned | |
| You know I' ll understand | |
| Just tell me how it is | |
| And someday soon you' ll see | |
| That it was not just me | |
| And nothing comes for free | |
| At least not worth fighting for | |
| Like every good story, this one has got | |
| A start, middle, end and an epilogue | |
| But it can be tricky to see who is the villain | |
| And who is the hero | |
| What you need to see is that we are nowhere close | |
| To crossing the finishline | |
| It' s so far away that it' s looking like a dot | |
| Or maybe a zero |
| Every story has two sides and somewhere in between | |
| The truth lies and waits for me | |
| And time can be greedy, stealing all the details | |
| That you thought you had | |
| The elephant screams so loud the ceiling cracks | |
| And falls down on your head | |
| And still you just sit there, wipe off all the dust | |
| And say that you' re sad | |
| Help me to climb this | |
| Magic mountain of me | |
| I' ve had enough of this | |
| I' ll never be free" | |
| Can you please hold my hand | |
| And say this wasn' t planned | |
| You know I' ll understand | |
| Just tell me how it is | |
| And someday soon you' ll see | |
| That it was not just me | |
| And nothing comes for free | |
| At least not worth fighting for | |
| Like every good story, this one has got | |
| A start, middle, end and an epilogue | |
| But it can be tricky to see who is the villain | |
| And who is the hero | |
| What you need to see is that we are nowhere close | |
| To crossing the finishline | |
| It' s so far away that it' s looking like a dot | |
| Or maybe a zero |