I gave something on my sleeve
We can' t work it out
Michel is so right
The sink is the only place to be
Thousand parts of thousand luftballoons
In the light of life
Bright is the dark
A cinema noir
No sounds but the humming of men
Comfort, comfortable.
If, if, if you only had
Touched my sleeve, my foot
Caressed me there
Without passion
Only to care, care for me
You have been raised
In front, your duty is
But what happend, happens
When you are at home
Dear provo, dear Jack, dear you
In staed, on the contrary
You turned your eyes inside
With a little help
Out of the Belle epoque
Mama bloem mooi
Now it is your day
The day of Death
The day of no more
You, the king, the spirit
C' est le fin, what else?
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