In Dresden I learned to take distance
Distance from what I have done before
Work with myself as a material
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Want to create?
Empty bottles on the street broken glass anywhere
No places to sleep after the 30th
So that is why I go home
If only you wrote
A women with bags collecting garbage bear foot
It is because she is poor
We knocked at and rang the bell of a second apartment
Someone walking by in pyjamas
Shambles around
Bursting buildings
Sparkling champagne
No its a mix with white wine
If only you wrote me
And the photograph I saw could be forgotten
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