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It's always nice to see you again
It's getting worse every time you leave
Standing at the train station to catch the next train
Won't see each other for a long time
We'll do it somehow
It's making me sad at times
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
Two rooms, kitchen, bathroom and a small balcony
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
With a small balcony
Always waiting
In quiet phone calls
I don't know exactly for what, maybe for your face
Tell myself about you, to divert myself
Whenever the sad thoughts appear
Both blind, each one is a sissy it's own way
Trust is good, control is better
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
Two rooms, kitchen, bathroom and a small balcony
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
With a small balcony
Our phone calls don't have an
end. There was never a finish line
You never hung up first
In my bunk bed there's a picture of you
Our phone calls don't have an
end. There was never a finish line
You never hung up first
In my bunk bed there's a picture of you
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
two rooms, kichten, bathroom and a small balcony
I would love to live in an old apartment with you
I'd get buns in the morning sometimes
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