You pray up from the day
when you were born
I should guide your way
when your heart is torn apart
you ask for my advice
when your heart is torm apart
you feel like little gray mice
in front of me
Ref.:
Every fucking sunday
you knee in front of me
I wait till you go away
so that Iīm again on my own
I wonder if someday
you finally leave me
cos I canīt get out of here
Itīs not the same as it was 50 years ago
you donīt pay tribute to me - youīre convinced I donīt exist
Iīm still sometimes the one to blame - for your own faults
so I canīt see why I should not harm you
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