Interpret:

Michael Kiske

Album:

Kiske

Can get a long way to the top
If you don't wanna rock n' roll
The party just don't stop
And all their beats won't go


I can breathe on my own
There's no need to pitch along
Here's my breed, a silent tone
And I please no one, no!


I can reach all night
I hear them preach all right
But the prayers fall back
On the senders selfish neck
And there's what I get:


It's nearly almost there,
Without a leave
And as much I want to share,
It's still a: not much me


In a while it's close to gone
Inappropriate and fun
Was it you, who said it's wrong?
If it's true, I might be done!


I can reach all night
I hear them preach all right
So my prayers fall back
On the senders selfish neck
And here's what you get:


I'm sad and out of love
We never love enough
A wounded heart plays rough
And out of touch


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I can reach all night
I hear them preach all right
But the prayers fall back
On the senders selfish neck
And you get yours yet!