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- Twenty-five years of bad weather
lead me to death
And I can't get an intention to change it
All I know is that
it's simply so
Don't be a white crow
Way to go
Twenty-five years of bad weather
Gonna wash my brains
And I ain't have any right to neglect it
They suggest me just to
tie the knot
Make a tot
No, thanks a lot
Oh if only I'd have a magic
mirror to look to
Everything I imagine
would instantly come true
So I would be free
And I would be me
I would be what I wanna be
I would never cry
I would never sigh
I would never die
Just dream and fly
Just dream and fly
Your underwear of black leather
Takes off my breath
And it's not the worst substitution
And I want you just to
show me all
ways to fall
in your hole
The vision of my nightmare's
Gonna break apart
And I really hope to forget it
Twenty-five years of bad
weather's gone
Let bygones
be bygones
Oh if only I'd have a magic
mirror to look to
Everything I imagine
would instantly come true
So I would be free
And I would be me
I would be what I wanna be
I would never cry
I would never sigh
I would never die
Just dream and fly
Just dream and fly