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1995

Your Way

Strange Days

Sun is crying,
moon is lying
much too deep.

Stars are falling.
Death is calling.
Life's asleep.

I just hunt, miss.
All I want is
to be caught.

Look! The sun cries
through my own eyes.
Life's to short.

My Way

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Breakdown

Did you hear the cry
of the woman in the wall?
Did you recognize her voice,
did you answer her call?

Did you try to remove
every stone, every brick?
Did you do it with your bare hands,
or did you use a stick
or a bar or a hammer,
a panzer, maybe?
As the dust laid down,
tell me, what did you see?

You saw nothing, noone.
She was already gone.

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