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The coffee black and nearly cold
And i look back while hours pass by
A sheet of paper on the table torn to shreds
If you are able to solve the puzzle, try
It`s my last script that you may hold
Or wipe away when the bar has closed
My last remains here in your hands and in the end
What i was writing for, i just don`t know
Don`t know
How many times to make youy understand
Or was it for the triumph of applauding hands
How many words i had to spell and all the stories i would tell
For the short and orgiastic turn when`d you say: well
What were they for, these black inked dreams
A guaranty that i was wise
And so called gods define an entrance for eternal life
Into a masterpeace of mine
All i wanted to be
Was extraordinary, extraordinary
And maybe i was wrong
How many people have i killed
With my suicidal songs