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Hello again to you my friend I am standing here with my empty hand I cant look at you (only) once more Cannot see the face you copy All my courage and my strain Are dying under the train Piss off i can hear Maybe their heads are talking to me Standing here in front of my fucking face looking shy Waiting for a better time Luck will just never be mine We don´t like you anymore Actually we never did before (Anyway) (But) you are so nice my dear Surely you can help me here Now I am going back to them again You are treating me too good Maybe I will come back once Only when you are perfect enough And my faith in me Dont you found it? dont you see?