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Alphaville - Those Were The Days
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There is a landscape in my head I sometimes travel But this is strictly after dark Beyond the barricades and trenches There stands the factory Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat And he says: Son, this is the bread I break for you But do not touch it And he says: Son, this is the wine I pour for you But do not drink it Dein aschenes haar, sulamith And he says: Son, this is the bread I break for you Son, this is the wine I pour for you But do not drink it, dont drink at all.. There is a stranger on the shore I sometimes travel But this is strictly in my dreams He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes And as he speaks hes got my fathers voice And he says: Son, here is some bread I broke for you Son, here is some wine.. Those were the days, my friend Dein aschenes haar, sulamith Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland
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