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He's a real master Man,
Sitting in his laster Land,
Making all his blaster plans
for nobody.
Doesn't have a point of you,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
master Man, please listen,
You really know what you're dissing,
master Man, the world is at your command.
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what we just don't see,
master Man can you flee me at all?
master Man, please listen,
You really know what you're dissing,
master Man, the world is at your command.
Doesn't have a point of you,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
master Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
sends you his hand.
He's a real master Man,
Sitting in his laster Land,
Making all his blaster plans
for nobody.
so...das ist sie - meine ode an die freude, die mir, obwohl doch aufrichtig, jetzt schon recht peinlich ist...aber irgendwann musste ich das mal loswerden - ich fühlte es.
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