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Lyrics for 'Those Were The Days' by 'Alphaville'
There Is A Landscape In My Head
I Sometimes Travel
But This Is Strictly After Dark
Beyond The Barricades And Trenches
There Stands The Factory
Hand Me The Costum Of The Sad Acrobat
And He Says:
Son, This Is The Bread I Break For You
But Do Not Touch It
And He Says:
Son, This Is The Wine I Pour For You
But Do Not Drink It
Dein Aschenes Haar, Sulamith
And He Says:
Son, This Is The Bread I Break For You
Son, This Is The Wine I Pour For You
But Do Not Drink It, Don't Drink At All..
There Is A Stranger On The Shore
I Sometimes Travel
But This Is Strictly In My Dreams
He Feeds The Seagulls In The Winds With Ashes
And As He Speaks He's Got My Father's Voice
And He Says:
Son, Here Is Some Bread I Broke For You
Son, Here Is Some Wine..
Those Were The Days, My Friend
Dein Aschenes Haar, Sulamith
Der Tod Ist Ein Meister Aus Deutschland
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