I've seen this one before
The girl, she's gonnaget away
And everybody knows it
No One tries to stop it
Cause he barely even knows her
But If she could see inside
I'm no good without her
And the New York Times hit the floor
Is this all I give
To be absolute
It's a kiss that sits upon her lips
Waits for plöanes and battleships
She wants to be a dancer
Me, I've got a picture
On my wall, and it's a sailor
In a new port every night
Yet man was born to trouble
As the sparks fly upwards in a sense
Is this all we give
To be absolute
Is this all we get
To be absolute
Kein Text: Isaac Slade nuschelt an dieser Stelle
Is this all we give
To be absolute
This is all we get
Then I'm absolute
Writer(s): Isaac Slade, Joseph King, David M Welsh
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