In a room suffused with light
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I spend my hours waiting
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Waiting for the nightfall
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And I wonder if my life
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Is blissful or appalling
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If silence is my laughter
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I hone my heart
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Down to the bare bones
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Down to the pieces that are needed to survive
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And spend my life
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Cruising on my own
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As I don¡¯t care about the whereabouts of love
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The whereabouts of love
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Is reclusiveness a curse
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Or could it be a blessing?
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A wall against disorder?
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While it shields me from the rain
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It causes me to dry out
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And counteracts my blooming
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I hone my heart
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Down to the bare bones
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Down to the pieces that are needed to survive
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And spend my life
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Cruising on my own
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As I don¡¯t care about the whereabouts of love
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The whereabouts of love
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Let me out but soon back in
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Back to what I'm used to
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This flawless isolation
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Do you wonder if I sound?
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Oh tell me, can you hear it
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The silence of my laughter?
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I hone my heart
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Down to the bare bones
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Down to the pieces that are needed to survive
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And spend my life
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Cruising on my own
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As I don¡¯t care about the whereabouts of love
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The whereabouts of love
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I hone my heart
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Someday I¡¯ll
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I hone my heart
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Someday I¡¯ll
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I hone my heart down to the bare bones
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I need to survive
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And spend my life cruising on my own
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Cruising on my own
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The Whereabouts Of Love
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Maximilian Hecker |