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(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup)just like a small explosion when he hits the balls to breakall his hopes of private glory lying on this framesome balls
He feels so secure - the winning smile is on his facebut it starts to fade away with every shot I makedeep inside of me a certain feeling starts to growgrinning shapes get on my facemy perfect mask turns black to bluebelieve in friendly perjuries, who cares about the compliment's malice ?I might feel superior, but there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raisesanytime they seem to laugh behind my backand there's a voice, a fear I'll fail, it raises anywayyou wanted to meet a friend, to play a bit, to have some fun
I play to win, to satisfy my personal desireperpetual invasion of destructive thoughtsambiguous words will fix attentionthey make me revise - make me analyse - realizewhile visions confuse your weakening reasonthough I'm sure to win I long to expect the worstwhen everyone's laughing behind my backand there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises anyway
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