Gluehead
Yello
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It's a Thursday morning
Bright light in my room
It's a Thursday morning
Slowly coming to you
I feel dull and hollow
Like an empty can
Nothing I could follow
Nowhere I could stand
Never a single tear that's on my face
Only a smelly morning that repeats
Looking through the window
Looked down to the streets
A million thousand people
All of them bare feet
Living in a big machine
Playing dirty dirty dirty
The dirty dirty monster in the mirror
What a dirty dog that is, oh
I took all I could get
Pull off the shelf
Before I took it
To the place in myself
What a waste of space
A thousand paces ahead
I lost the meaning
Next to next to everything
Next to next to everything
Feels good, yeah
Still a broken window that's my face
But it's not the face that's stuck to the place
I lost the meaning
Next to next to everything
Next to next to all that
Next to next to all that
Next to next to all that
Next to next to all that