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eveytime you're not around 

I start to wonder if you're lighting up a cigarette 

pouring yourself a glass of cheap wine, drinking it pretending it's me 

I know I did that with you, but I threw you up 

your taste simply were to bittersweet for my kind 

still I can't get enough 

and everytime you're not around Im trying to get you out of my mind 

but we're a never ending story 

we're a never ending mess 

we weren't meant for this world 

and in another dimension we would've been kings, 

the world would've been ours and we would've been kings 

somehow you're taking over my thoughts 

dividing them 

you're breaking my dreams 

you're fucking crushing them 

somehow you're getting inside my brain 

like a hangover you're giving me a headache making me ill, 

and goddamn – you're making me insane

but we're a never ending story 

we're a never ending mess 

we weren't meant for this world 

and in another dimension we would've been kings, 

the world would've been ours 

and we would've been kings 

everytime you're around my skin starts to itch, 

starts to ache starts to burn like after a thousand needle grip 

but I won't leave, I don't give a damn, I won't run away 

once again I'm gonna fight your melancholy, your misery 

I won't let you fall apart, I'm not gonna let you slip 

once again I'm gonna fight for the sake of your sanity 

somehow I only remember the last verse of the song we used to sing 

during our sleepless night, during our endless times 

when your greenbrown eyes got a blueeyed glance when you looked at me, 

you looked at me but you didn't see me 

and you told me that you and me, 

we weren't meant for this world 

and you told me that you and me, 

we weren't meant for this world 

and in another dimension we would've been kings, 

the world would've been ours 

and we would've been kings