Sangtekst: The Go-betweens. Otras Canciones. German Farmhouse.
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I lived in seclusion for a couple of years
In a german farmhouse just drinking beer
And every morning I'd wake up with a smile from ear to ear
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in London and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I knew what was happening
I knew that this was my world
I knew what was happening in my part of the world
There was an abandoned castle with empty chairs
There was a rumour Pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school but then the
whole thing vanished into thin air
It was a crazy idea
And it vanished into the air
It was a falling down castle with falling down stairs
I could walk the streets unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
To be unloaded as I walked through the night
This felt good
This felt so right
To be unloaded as I walked through the night, this felt right
I lived in seclusion for a couple of years
In a german farmhouse just drinking beer
And every morning I'd wake up with a smile from ear to ear
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in London and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I knew what was happening
I knew that this was my world
I knew what was happening in my part of the world
There was an abandoned castle with empty chairs
There was a rumour Pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school but then the
whole thing vanished into thin air
It was a crazy idea
And it vanished into the air
It was a falling down castle with falling down stairs
I could walk the streets unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
To be unloaded as I walked through the night
This felt good
This felt so right
To be unloaded as I walked through the night, this felt right
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The Go-Betweens
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