Texty

I've made one mistake in my life I should have burned Berlin down And now the drugs are slowly wearing off And your smile looks more like a frown I give you freedom, you are alone Memento mori, infinitum nihil I'd tear your heart out, if you had one You took Manhattan, and now you take This ship is in quarantine Under quarantine This ship is in quarantine Q-q-q-quarantine Don't wake me, unless you come To say, you're leaving for good The last fruit just fell off that tree And now you're trying to sell me the wood I'm watching my own execution Hear me laughing at the dead While I'm waiting for the small print A little meshugge in the head This ship is in quarantine Under quarantine This ship is in quarantine Q-q-q-quarantine This ship is in quarantine Quarantine It's the sequel of the sequel of the sequel Impress people you don't like Spending money you don't have The sequel of the sequel of the sequel Impress people you don't like Spending money you don't have Pretty flames in the rear-view mirror As i shake the ashes off my shoe You appear much closer than you really are But now I'm tangled up in something new This ship is in quarantine Q-q-q-quarantine This ship is in quarantine Q-q-q-quarantine This ship is in quarantine In quarantine In quarantine
Writer(s): Martin Boehm, Tobias Jundt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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