Wackos (Spinner)


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He is alone in his room
Stands before the mirror
And sings his songs

She has for years written
To all the firms in her city
But they never sent an answer

He actually always wanted
To travel the whole world
He saves everything he has

She acts in a thousand small roles
And wants to get to Hollywood
She's so fed up with all of this

Leave your old life behind
And go through this new door

This goes out to all the wackos
We are the winners
We know no limits
From today on - forever

This goes out to all the wackos
Because everything would be without meaning
If there were no wackos like you and me

He actually is Elvis Presley
Only reborn again
The people will see

She serves the dishes already for years
And saves every Cent
For her own Café

Submitted by Steena on Mon, 22/03/2010 - 21:08
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