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Road Sweet Road
02:25
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Can't find a place, which feels like home
Can't find a room, where I'm all alone
Can't find the words to write about
Can't find a place, where I won't be found.
I'm longing for the road
I'm longing for a road sweet road
I'm longing for a road
My road sweet road.
Can't find a sign, which warns me on time
Can't find a stop, that will push the rewind
Can't find the lights, that will keep me slow
Can't find any help, while my engine is running low.
I'm longing for the road
I'm longing for a road sweet road
I'm longing for a road
My road sweet road.
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If I had the choice,
I don't need another second
Give me five more minutes for packing,
And I'll be gone
And I will write you in my songs,
Don't blame me when I'm drunk
Just visit me if you're wondering how things are going.
Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
A bottle of booze a day
And I'll play my songs,
And get wasted on my way.
Well the things aren't always shiny,
But it's always better than rain
And the whiskey will chase the clouds,
Then the sun will find her way
And when I'll wake up every morning,
And I'll think about you back home
I will drink another glass,
For all those moments I'm feeling alone.
Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
A bottle of booze a day
And I'll play my songs,
And get wasted on my way.
Could you tell to me what's so great,
Of being a slave for something that you hate
45 years of regrets,
I prefer this road until I'm dead.
Give me four wheels and a sixstring,
A bottle of booze a day
And I'll play my songs,
And get wasted on my way
And I'll play my songs,
And get wasted on my way
And I'll play my songs,
And get wasted everyday
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Nothing
02:30
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We can send our troops together, for reconstruction of a tap
We can try to Catch the water, but what if the water will catch them
Would they tell us the Whole story, about the loss of the youngest ones
Or will they keep their Promise, that salvation will come.
Nothing is what it seems, is what it Seems
Nothing is what it seems.
Why should you ask the question, if the Answer you already know,
It's the same that you will use, but not the way the Things will go.
What if the black border is made, and you'll keep reminding His face
Would you ask the question, did you make a mistake.
Nothing is what It seems, is what it seems
Nothing is what it seems.
The ground beneath us is Strewn by mines
And they will reach the surface if we will cross their Lines
Behind straight faces the truth is there
But if they refuse to tell us, How could we care (how could we care).
Nothing is what it seems, is what it Seems
Nothing is what it seems, Is what it seems, is what it seems, is what it
Seems.
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Broken Mirror
02:26
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The sun wont shine 365 days a year
besides we need the rain for the Harvest,
We need the hitch to become clear
There are these roads we have to Follow,
the crossings we have to cross
And if you passed the exit, you just Follow another one.
When the mirror is broken, youll see a thousand different Ways
Nobody ask you to choose, nobody ask you to stay
And if you think that The shards bring luck
Dont forget how easy the things will break
Just give It another shot and give it another try.
Well open your eyes and mind for the Things that will cross your path
For the things you didnt know for the things You rather wont forget
And who fucking cares if you choose the wrong
And who Fucking tells you what is right
You'll got plenty to choose every day and Every night.
Cause when the mirror is broken, you'll see a thousand different Ways
Nobody ask you to choose, nobody ask you to stay
And if you think that The shards bring luck
Dont forget how easy the things will break
Just give It another shot and give it another try.
And when the mirror is broken you'll
See a thousand different ways
Nobody ask you to choose nobody ask you to stay.
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What Norm
02:21
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Can you tell me the meaning, of making a career
Work your ass off, making Money
Buying things, you’re almost there
But when you’ll look back to your Summary
You will open your eyes, and things are getting clear
What’s the Worth of money, when there’s never enough
When you want more, but you can’t Get
Feels like you’ll end up in the buff
You will sink and, you will Drown
When the things turn out to be different than you thought
I’m broke But I’m living, and I don’t have regrets
And if I have the chance*, I would do It again
Can you tell me the reason, why we are here
By wasting our time Working whole days
Save everything, for our last years
But what if cancer Will take the lives
And we didn’t taste the good, before we die
I’m broke But I’m living, and I don’t have regrets
And if I have the chance*, I would do It again
I’m broke, but I’m living, and I don’t have regrets
And if I have The chance*, I would do it again
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Problems Are For Free
02:02
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We all make mistakes, and problems are for free
I'll give you a thousand if you would marry me
And I'll show you the door and I'll bring you back home
But at least we won't die Die all alone.
No roses without prickles, no prickles without a stem
If I could turn the time I would do it over and over again
I would have bought a thousand roses and I would have bought you a thousand more
And forget to remove the prickles, The ones you showed me before.
But choices have to be chosen, Decisions have to be made
Questions need an answer, There must be a reason for you to hate
My questions need an answer And your answers have to be true
To replace all of my hope To replace it all for you.
We all made mistakes, my problems were for free
I gave you a couple but you gave them back to me
You showed me the door and I could walk back to home
But at least I won't die (at least I won't die)
But at least I won't die alone.
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Just sing like it's your last song, and drink because you can
Oh and dance, Like we're all drunk and we don't even care.
Sing like it's all over, you could Blame me for what went wrong
But would you blame me, if tomorrow never Comes.
We will count our days in hours, while we will fill our weeks with
Dreams
We will see the hand goes under, while the face will turn into the
Opposite
But the failure of today, should be a lesson for tomorrow
We will Count our days, while the hand goes down.
Well spend like it's your last Month, do whatever the fuck you want
Don't even think about tomorrow or the Other days to come
And when I look back from above, I'll take a look at all my Scars
And maybe I doesn't look that pretty, but I did won a hundred wars.
We Will count our days in hours, while we will fill our weeks with dreams
We will See the hand goes under while the face will turn into the opposite
But the Failure of today, should be a lesson for tomorrow
We will count our days, While the hand goes down.
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Caged Birds
01:33
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We've been down this road before, Maybe just too many times
We could sit, Watch, wait and bleed We could give it another try
Maybe you won't find it Tomorrow
Maybe you won't find it at all
Maybe it will come to you
Maybe Someone hears your call
And now I know why caged birds sing
There is hope For all of us You just have to keep believing in
And now I know, now I know Why caged birds sing
And if the door would be wide open
Would you stay and Just think twice
Would you'd be happy with all you got
Wouldn't you maybe Change your mind
And sometimes it can be better
Some days you think it Never will
Sometimes you will give up hope
Other days you will fulfill
And Now I know why caged birds sing
There is hope for all of us You just have to Keep believing in
And now I know, now I know why caged birds sing
There is Hope for all of us
You just have to keep believing in
Now I know why caged Birds sing
There is hope for all of us
You just have to keep believing In
Now I know why caged birds sing
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Mercy Will Kill Me
02:55
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I hang myself, but my rope was gone
Felt a bullet between my eyes
But I couldnt find my gun
And I swallowed all the pills I got
But those pills wouldnt let me sleep
I forgot and I tried to find a bottle
But my whiskey was gone.
I broke the bottle To cut myself
Afraid of getting to deep So it didnt help
A plastic bag around my neck
I wish I could find the leak
And I filled the bath, but I forgot the plug
Took a deep breath
But I choked by the first drop.
And as long there isnt someone who could help me down
Ill keep trying to knock myself into the ground.
Well Ill try to But my job is done
Feel the pain in my chest, now my courage is all gone
And I wish there was something you could do, but if you did Oh I owe you
There would be Nothing I could do to help you
There would be nothing I could do.
And as long there isnt someone who could help me down
Ill keep trying to knock myself into the ground
And as long there isnt someone who could help me down
Ill keep trying to knock myself into the ground.
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Tim Vantol Berchtesgaden, Germany
I’m a simple man“, says Tim Vantol. How would he know? „Because I’m neither the best musician nor the best songwriter on the planet. There are a million people on earth who can play guitar or control their voice way better than I do. But really it’s like with abstract paintings: You can always find somebody who says: ‚I could have done that.’ Yeah – but they didn’t!“ ... more
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