I want to get out of here (Ich will hier raus)

I want to get out of here

I've recognized myself in you
This is not meant as a compliment
Have you thought that I'd board a country
In which everyone knows me?
A bit of nicotine, a nice word
And as soon as that you kneel down
What you lack now
Is a lack of empathy

I want, I want

I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here

I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here

I want to get out of here
Out of here
Of here

Out, out, out
Out of here

The colors have faded
The picture hangs awry
The artist already loses himself in the subjunctive
The muse smelled good
But was born dead
Because becoming fond of something is already half losing it
I wrap you around my small toe
And as soon as that you show up in a negligé
Everything went so right
But now it's over
Where is the bird?
Where is the hand?

I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here

I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here

I want to get out of here
Out of here
Of here

Out, out, out
Out of here

You have burned yourself on me
What remains to me now is sympathy
You simply eat ouf of my hand
I don't want you, I don't know how

Submitted by Steena on Sat, 12/12/2009 - 21:14
Original:
German

Ich will hier raus

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