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traces
(text: matthias strotkötter)
oh a trip to my very soul
i passed a room inside my head
and after unlocking the door
i see the walls painted in black
there are pictures on the wall
all my mistakes all my regrets
and pinups of every false friend
that i had as i look back
and if i listen to the wall
a bitter silence after all
the traces that i left
lead to a room with all my memories
but the key is never found
cause i lost it when i lost you
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