That things are getting out of hand

That things are getting out of hand

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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