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Assemblage23
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Covenant
Wall of Sound

Deine Lakaien
Wasted Years
Where You Are

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To the Hilt
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Der Anfang
Der Kosmonaut
Es brennt
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Manchmal
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Content Killer

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Standing

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Arbeit adelt
Deutsche Jugend
Monoton und Minimal
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Wolfsheim
Kein Zurück

Deine Lakaien - Wasted Years

Walking down this well known street
Turning around for ladies feet
Like you did so many years ago
Sitting in that street cafe
Where you had your cup of tea
Come on boy, don't get sentimental now
Everything's changed but you didn't move on
And the only fact is
That you're fifteen years older now

No use to turn out the light
You feel so depressed inside
When you think of your wasted years at night

Standing in your discotheque
Look since hours straight ahead
Play the part of some young and lonesome star
Introverted more and more
Waiting for a small hello
People next to you, they seem so far
But deep inside you made love to the world
Cause your imagination
Was bigger than reality

No use to turn out the light
You feel so depressed inside
When you think of your wasted years at night

When you came into that town
You found everything so fine
All your projects shall be realized
But your day-dreams strangled you
Kept you from what you had to do
And life went on while you were paralyzed
Heaven knows you would give all you have
For the chance to go back to those days for a new begin

No use to turn out the light
You feel so depressed inside
When you think of your wasted years at night

Walking down this well known street
Turning around for ladies feet
Like you did so many years ago
Sitting in that street cafe
Where you had your cup of tea
Come on boy, don't get sentimental now

Better you leave the places of your past
Cause dreamers love cities and cities hate dreamers

No use to turn out the light
You feel so depressed inside
When you think of your wasted years at night

Better you leave the places of your past
Cause dreamers love cities and cities hate dreamers

No use to turn out the light
You feel so depressed inside
When you think of your wasted years at night