: Mein letztes Lied sei wie ein Band, ein starkes Band, das uns verbindet. Damit die Warme nicht verschwindet aus diesem oft so kalten Land. Mein gro
Maybe it was the moonlight The scent of you on the breeze Maybe it was your shadow that fell over me Such a beautiful stranger Eyes darker than coal
Is It Wrong To Have A Corpse In My Bed I Don't Think So, Even If She Is Dead Is It Disturbing, Is It A Crime She's Been Expired For Quite Some Time
There were no angry words at all As we carried boxes down the hall One by one we put them in your car Nothing much for us to say One last goodbye and
The greatest man I never knew Lived just down the hall And everyday we said hello But never touched at all He was in his paper I was in my room How was
Mein letztes Lied sei wie ein Band, ein starkes Band, das uns verbindet. Damit die Warme nicht verschwindet aus diesem oft so kalten Land. Mein gro?ter
