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I m writing this song to tell you that I m sorry
Cause I know you never thought that I d be away so long
I know it s unfair to ask you to wait for you

It s hard to keep my balance
When you look the other way
So I m letting go with every breath I m taking

So many reasons
I need something more to believe in
The time has come to turn and walk away
Through all these changes
Mistakes
There was time, now it s too late
There s nothing more that I could say to you

I m writing this song to tell you that it s over
Your jealousy took it way too far this time
Another day comes
I m better off without you
So now we ll take a deep breath and get on with our lives

It s hard to keep my balance
When you look the other way
So I m letting go with every breath I m taking

So many reasons
I need something more to believe in
The time has come to turn and walk away
Through all these changes
Mistakes
There was time, now it s too late
There s nothing more that I could say to you

So what good is today
When there s not going to be a tomorrow?
It s too much for me to take
I know you don t want to wait forever
Just remember

So many reasons
I need something more to believe in
The time has come to turn and walk away
Through all these changes
Mistakes
There was time, now it s too late
There s nothing more that I could say to you
That I could say to you x4

To było wieczorem, w Europie,
może w Holandii, może w Belgii
Gwiazdy lśniły jak lampki na grobie
i szumiał wiatr, taki wielki.
Bo już jesień grała coraz szybciej
na akordeonie złotym
i leciały nad dachami skrzypce, liście,
klarnety i fagoty,
Choć godzina trochę późna;
jeszcze świecą twoje okna,
więc...

You ll remember me
When the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell
As her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay...

Dead dead dead dead walking down to the road to dead (9 times)

Welcome to the church of me
Where they stand in a line (?)
Of water from my eyes
And a song for comfort
You say it s Jesus Christ
Well,...

The last selection in the ballgame.
Does never get a pass.
Not appreciated s just his first name.
He s the scapegoat of the class.
There are no friends to cheer him up and no girls, no sweet
romance.
It s impossible to expand,...

I am not the person who is singing
i am the silent one inside
i am not the one who laughs at people s jokes
i just pacify their egos
i am not my house or my car or my songs
they are only just...