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Text, Komposition, Produktion, Gesang: Micha Kopp
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Bei Halo findet ihr einen tollen Remix:
Old-Fashioned Songs (Halo Mix)
12/2006
Mehr: http://www.emhead.de
Bei Halo findet ihr einen tollen Remix:
Old-Fashioned Songs (Halo Mix)
12/2006
Old-fashioned songs
Old-fashioned songs
Are dying away
I hear people say
Stupid words everyday
Come on pick me up now
This is the sickliest crowd
I hear myself say
Better get out of my way
I don’t want to betray
I just want you to relay
No one else is allowed
To pick me up now
My head is filled up with garbage
Recycling the largest experience
I ever received
It makes sense to believe in the end
Without making amends
The old-fashioned songs
Weeping over the tongues
Of the people who remember the days of goodbye
The choir’s spreading the noise
For the girls and the boys
They will always leave the troubles behind
A new release
Putting up for sale
Left the desk without fail
Reaching us via mail
So please make no resistance
They covered a long distance
Now I hold in my hand
What I don’t understand
And I won’t be your friend
If you’ve got no time to spend
No one else is allowed
To persuade me now
My head is cleaned up by the beating
The melody’s repeating
Until it hurts receiving the same
I do not suffer the pain anymore
It’s not worth it to die for
The old-fashioned songs
Weeping over the tongues
Of the people who remember the days of goodbye
The choir’s spreading the noise
For the girls and the boys
They will always leave the troubles behind
Old-fashioned songs
Are dying away
I hear people say
Stupid words everyday
Come on pick me up now
This is the sickliest crowd
I hear myself say
Better get out of my way
I don’t want to betray
I just want you to relay
No one else is allowed
To pick me up now
My head is filled up with garbage
Recycling the largest experience
I ever received
It makes sense to believe in the end
Without making amends
The old-fashioned songs
Weeping over the tongues
Of the people who remember the days of goodbye
The choir’s spreading the noise
For the girls and the boys
They will always leave the troubles behind
A new release
Putting up for sale
Left the desk without fail
Reaching us via mail
So please make no resistance
They covered a long distance
Now I hold in my hand
What I don’t understand
And I won’t be your friend
If you’ve got no time to spend
No one else is allowed
To persuade me now
My head is cleaned up by the beating
The melody’s repeating
Until it hurts receiving the same
I do not suffer the pain anymore
It’s not worth it to die for
The old-fashioned songs
Weeping over the tongues
Of the people who remember the days of goodbye
The choir’s spreading the noise
For the girls and the boys
They will always leave the troubles behind
