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Dienstag, 24. März 2009

Blubb

Gerade sitze ich in der Hotellobby am PC. Ich bin auf einem Seminar und komme erst am Freitag wieder. Ich denke nicht, dass ich bis dahin viel posten werde.



My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
and even if I could it'd all be grey but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad.
It's not so bad.

I drank too much last night got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain.
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today.
I'm late for work again
and even if I'm there they'll all imply that I might not last the day
and then you call me and it's not so bad.
It's not so bad.

And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life,
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through.
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me.

And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.
And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.

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