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Aus Den Augen, Aus Dem Sinn by MCAppetizer, literature
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Aus Den Augen, Aus Dem Sinn
Es gibt nicht wirklich einen Grund,
Und doch denk ich mich an dir wund;
Schon klar, du bist ja meine
Vergangenheit; ich deine –
Doch ich bin schwarz und weiß; du bunt
Du weißt wohl nicht mehr, wer ich bin,
Tja, aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn
Wär schön, dich zu vergessen
Nur schaff ich’s nicht, stattdessen
Krieg ich nicht mal Verdrängen hin
Ich bin die aus dem Trümmerhaufen
Und grade am Zusammenraufen;
Hast nichts kaputt gemacht
und nichts zu Fall gebracht
Nein, du bist einfach weggelaufen
Zu glauben, es wird alles gut,
Tat ich aus Traurigkeit, nicht Mut;
Ich werd’s dabei belassen;
Ist leicht, wa
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