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Of the type, I am strong
There isn't a lot, what would be a hard strike for me
I am quick-witted
I always think of a saying
In every goal I get pretty fast a move in
Nothing stresses me, I am reliable
Only when I am drunk
I often behave dreadful
Am sometimes nasty
And if course sometimes weakly
But these phases really do not take long with me
Want with the head through the wall
Ran my head broken
You crack me like a nut
Break down the shell
You chop on me, like an axe
The tree already falls
Do not unpack me, but let me in the cardboard box
You let the air out, like in an air balloon
You throw me out for a loop, in which it was so well
You wake me up of the dream
I which I just slept
You put a stone on the closed cardboard box
You let the air out like in an air balloon
What shall I say, actually I can only complain
Thinking about you slowly kicks me in the stomach
You are not a stone in the stomach, but more like
A wall around
In this kind I've never sung to a woman
I ask myself quietly, does all this lead to nothing
And would it be better if I'd disappear fast now
What should he do, should he go, should he stay
Should he swim, should he float
Should he write one more sing, I
Want with the head through the wall
Ran my head broken
You crack me like a nut
Break down the shell
You chop on me, like an axe
The tree already falls
Do not unpack me, but let me in the cardboard box
You let the air out, like in an air balloon
You throw me out for a loop, in which it was so well
You wake me up of the dream
I which I just slept
You put a stone on the closed cardboard box
You let the air out like in an air balloon
You crack me like a nut
Break down the shell
You chop on me, like an axe
The tree already falls
Do not unpack me, but let me in the cardboard box
You let the air out, like in an air balloon
You throw me out for a loop, in which it was so well
You wake me up of the dream
I which I just slept
You put a stone on the closed cardboard box
You let the air out like in an air balloon
You crack me like a nut
Break down the shell
You chop on me, like an axe
The tree already falls
Do not unpack me, but let me in the cardboard box
You let the air out, like in an air balloon
You throw me out for a loop, in which it was so well
You wake me up of the dream
I which I just slept
You put a stone on the closed cardboard box
You let the air out like in an air balloon
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