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They laugh and shout for everyone to see
When they are together they are happy
Little children with innocent smiles
Who knows what may hide behind them

The sadness in the eyes of old folk around them
The children s spiteful games
They don t know you re hurting
Stop and look around you
For God s sake, look about you
Evil games, evil games

They tie you up, they tear your heart in two
One day they love, the next they hate you
When you re not looking they ll be out at night
To wander streets investigating

The sadness in the eyes of old folk around them
The children s spiteful games
They don t know you re hurting
Stop and look around you
For God s sake, look about you
Evil games, evil games

The sadness in the eyes of old folk around them
The children s spiteful games
They don t know you re hurting
Stop and look around you
For God s sake, look about you
Evil games, evil games

Evil games, evil games
Evil games, evil games
Evil games, evil games
Evil games, evil games
Evil games, evil games

Whatever it is, it ll keep till morning.
Haven t we both got better things to do? Midnight blue.
Even though simple things become rough, haven t we had enough?
And I think we can make it. One more time, if we try.
One more time for all the old times.
For all the times...

Oh, I dare not to sleep anymore
Cause I see her face in every nightmare
In all the windows of my haunted house
And when I dream a dream of flowers
I wake up in my hand a bloody rose

Blood shall come...

(You) never saw the cracks
Funny when you’re looking back
You see all the signs were there
(You) just didn’t know

Sooner or later then
Probably when the rain comes in
Your gonna ask your self
Where the time goes

Bridge 1
I find it hard to leave
Never wanted...

Quel gran genio del mio amico
lui saprebbe cosa fare
lui saprebbe come aggiustare
con un cacciavite in mano
fa miracoli
Ti regolerebbe il minimo
alzandolo un po
e non picchieresti in testa
cosi forte no
e potresti ripartire...

Ricordo il suo bel nome del Tubinga
ed io avrei masticato
la sua tuta da ginnastica.
Il nome se lo prese in prestito dai libri
e fu come copiare di nascosto
fu come soffiare sul fuoco.
Cataste scolastiche perchè
quando tutto è perduto...