That things are getting out of hand
Repeat
Be back one day, when my soul is finally free
And we will both like the sailor and the floating man
And in these days this one should remind us
That things are getting out of hand
Solo
Chasing you through the bad parts of my day
Chasing you through the night
Repeat
They never believed, that my music could sell
But still to this day when I play it my special way
My days on earth are so far behind me
I can but remember how I used to roam
Repeat
We made a promise every day, every night, every night
Play with me, we might make a walk through chain fast
We felt like just like lovers that day or that night
So now that I am older
Solo
The other day I pulled into the station
A big wagon with kids on the ride
Repeat
They never believed, that my music could sell
But still to this day when I play it my special way
My days on earth are so far behind me
I can but remember how I used to roam
Repeat
Caught in here some days
I just puff a little over head
Repeat
They never believed, that my music could sell
But still to this day when I play it my special way
My days
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