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Those fucking birds are singing again
It's early morning,much too late and I'm wasted again
A Single Malt, a last cigarette
And then I rather should be going to bed
One last tango on the dance-floor of my mind
A little often I'm crying deep inside
The morning takes this night that was so long
while I am singing in the tower of son

Morning glory
For those who do not need to weep
But not for me; I'm into - I'm into me
I was closing her eyes on me
Loneliness won't leave me alone
My heart, my heart falls like a stone

By this time they might be naked in the showers
By this time they wash them clean from my insult
By this time I'm just a yesterday's man
Still I'm praising, just like I would be the fan
Can someone out there shoot those birds for me?
Can someone tell me what do you feel?
All you people without weeds of desire
Please come in and kill my always burning fire

Morning glory
For those who do not need to weep
But not for me; I'm into...
I was closing her eyes on me
Loneliness won't leave alone
My heart, my heart falls like a stone

I can’t bring the ghost that holds me
I keep being hard - how
How – how – how can love be nightmare?
Close her eyes on me…

Those fucking birds are singing again
It's early morning, much too late and I'm wasted again
A single malt, a cigarette.
And then I rather should be going to bed...

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