1.White Robes
Feeling Ugly, Looking pretty Yellow Ribbons, Black
Graffiti
Word is written, Bond is broken
No big secret left unspoken
Sun is painted in the corner But it's never getting
warmer
All the lies they keep on selling But you never check
the spelling
Flying Bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and haloes
Five to seven
In these white robes
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven
Time is running, we are sitting Back together just
for splitting
You are crying in the corner
Always next and never former
Open up and let me hear it
Former body, future spirit
Brain is useless, chair is rocking
Open doors for dead man walking
Flying Bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and haloes
Five to seven
In these white robes
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven
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