| The papers write about the situation | |
| Every day the same game to play | |
| My rule has been conceived before | |
| The sheep are here, to run. | |
| The time hitch-hikers join their memories | |
| Sound from all other times | |
| They saw the rise, they see the fall | |
| But after all, here you are. | |
| Our pleasure‘s no more smoking | |
| That slowly | |
| Tears out a cheminee | |
| Down the roof. | |
| And all the crowd would not forget | |
| I can‘t believe we left this time | |
| It‘s all so easy and all so fine | |
| You touch my legs but not my heart. | |
| So now we‘re back in what‘s | |
| The papers word | |
| The TV set is always on | |
| We know you‘re kind | |
| We know you‘re a wrong | |
| You close your mind...and you go on. | |
| I hear this tune from renaissance | |
| The crowded marquet eloquence | |
| A plane that roars the silent stage. |
| The papers write about the situation | |
| Every day the same game to play | |
| My rule has been conceived before | |
| The sheep are here, to run. | |
| The time hitchhikers join their memories | |
| Sound from all other times | |
| They saw the rise, they see the fall | |
| But after all, here you are. | |
| Our pleasure' s no more smoking | |
| That slowly | |
| Tears out a cheminee | |
| Down the roof. | |
| And all the crowd would not forget | |
| I can' t believe we left this time | |
| It' s all so easy and all so fine | |
| You touch my legs but not my heart. | |
| So now we' re back in what' s | |
| The papers word | |
| The TV set is always on | |
| We know you' re kind | |
| We know you' re a wrong | |
| You close your mind... and you go on. | |
| I hear this tune from renaissance | |
| The crowded marquet eloquence | |
| A plane that roars the silent stage. |
| The papers write about the situation | |
| Every day the same game to play | |
| My rule has been conceived before | |
| The sheep are here, to run. | |
| The time hitchhikers join their memories | |
| Sound from all other times | |
| They saw the rise, they see the fall | |
| But after all, here you are. | |
| Our pleasure' s no more smoking | |
| That slowly | |
| Tears out a cheminee | |
| Down the roof. | |
| And all the crowd would not forget | |
| I can' t believe we left this time | |
| It' s all so easy and all so fine | |
| You touch my legs but not my heart. | |
| So now we' re back in what' s | |
| The papers word | |
| The TV set is always on | |
| We know you' re kind | |
| We know you' re a wrong | |
| You close your mind... and you go on. | |
| I hear this tune from renaissance | |
| The crowded marquet eloquence | |
| A plane that roars the silent stage. |
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