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Gitarre: Sascha Rister
Beat: Alexander Precht
Music & Lyrics: Natascha Wahl
Beat: Alexander Precht
Music & Lyrics: Natascha Wahl
Anything but…
So badly, I wish for a happy End
But the Train came; a faint Smile and he went
He hadn’t planned it, but I had known it!
Oh every time
Now, he wants to see me on the Ground
`Cause Life isn’t fair; it twists the knife in the Wound
Easier to hate me, than to leave her behind
How long was I in his Mind?
You don’t know, what I’m up against
I never had the Ghost of a Chance
‘Cause she’s anything but a Mother
My Story of Johnny and June broke into a tune
and he forgot me soon
Now he sends me his hate-filled regards,
when once he send me his sweetest Ballads
Now his Arms hold another
She doesn’t makes him bother
She didn’t bear a child.
Now I send him my urgently Plea,
when once I send him a Tin full of Cookies
With Pain and Misery,
I swapped my Memories,
Oh for his Hate
You don’t know, what I’m up against
I never had the Ghost of a Chance
‘Cause she’s anything but a Mother
My Story of Johnny and June broke into a tune
and he forgot me soon
It has so hurt to see, that he hates me
I’d wish to be her…
So badly, I wish for a happy End
But the Train came; a faint Smile and he went
He hadn’t planned it, but I had known it!
Oh every time
Now, he wants to see me on the Ground
`Cause Life isn’t fair; it twists the knife in the Wound
Easier to hate me, than to leave her behind
How long was I in his Mind?
You don’t know, what I’m up against
I never had the Ghost of a Chance
‘Cause she’s anything but a Mother
My Story of Johnny and June broke into a tune
and he forgot me soon
Now he sends me his hate-filled regards,
when once he send me his sweetest Ballads
Now his Arms hold another
She doesn’t makes him bother
She didn’t bear a child.
Now I send him my urgently Plea,
when once I send him a Tin full of Cookies
With Pain and Misery,
I swapped my Memories,
Oh for his Hate
You don’t know, what I’m up against
I never had the Ghost of a Chance
‘Cause she’s anything but a Mother
My Story of Johnny and June broke into a tune
and he forgot me soon
It has so hurt to see, that he hates me
I’d wish to be her…
