St. Apollonia

All these saints that I move without
I lose without in vain
All these saints, they move without
They moved without again
Well, all these places will lose without
They lose without a name

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Holding you is revelation Baby, I have seen the other side And there’s nothing there but lonely So I live for doing only What it takes to bridge the great divide I would ride across

Don't forget me now, laughing through the tears For somewhere, somehow, life becomes the years You speak to millions, but you're talking to no one Home is the place that you can't walk

Ich hab nie richtig gelernt zu beten, war mir keiner Schuld bewusst, war als Kind nie gern in der Kirche, freiwillig hab ich dich selten besucht. Schon so oft bitter geweint auf diesen harten B?nken

There once was a king, who called for the spring, For his world was still covered in snow, But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean, In his winter-fields