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They took our bodies
Now we gave our souls
They bought our minds
And now we're broke
The air makes
my skin turn pale
But I can feel you
on the Richter-scale

The revolution,
Well it makes me yawn
There's only the darkness
When you are gone

Don't ever go
You'll have to promise me
You're the only thing that's ever meant
something for me
Don't ever go
You are the dawn for me
I'm a mess but at least I'm yours to keep
You are the dawn


The economists
rant and drool
But all fortune
I really need is you

All the dress codes
really make me yawn
There's only the darkness
When you are gone

The city always sleeps
Light has abandoned
these pitch black streets
The city always sleeps
You have abandoned
these pitch black streets