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Suche gut gebauten Achtzehn- bis Dreißigjährigen zum Schalchten Der Metzgermeister Huete treff ich einen Herrn Der hat mich zum Fressen

We are the crowd, we’re c-coming out Got my flash on it’s true, need that picture of you It’s so

She’s sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin Her canvas doesn’t leave a lot, to fantasy

Do you wanna be a man or do you wanna be a mouse Do you wanna be a hero, do

Peccatum Cantatum Extatum et oratum Peccatum Extatum nomine Patrum Peccatum Cantatum Extatum et oratum Peccatum Extatum nomine Patrum Nomine partum

Mustakrakish Mustakrakish The time has come to awaken him I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld to bring

Why don’t you ask the kids at Tiananmen Square Was fashion the reason why they were there They disguise it

Remember those days Your emotions went wild You were so young Well, nothing much has changed We got older and

How did you get your perfect body? Where did you get such perfect skin? How come you’re such a perfect

Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein wollte ganz alleine sein das kleine Herz stand still fur Stunden so hat