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Album für die Jugend, Op. 68 / Pt. 1: Für Kleinere: No. 8, Wilder Reiter

de Peter Gregson

Maybe he’s born with it
Maybe the heartbreak is getting to him
It seems that he’s over it
What will we lose in the cynicism

I don’t wanna know
What I can’t be
Do you reckon your dad wouldn’t like me
But we had a nice chat about coffee
I thought I came across well

I don’t wanna know
What I can’t be
I couldn’t make you jealous if it’s what I fancied
I just wanna dance with another man
And lay on your backseat

I'm always gonna feel dumb
And I know that somehow
Trying to be the one
Is redundant now
That kind of deal takes two

And I'm sensing your yearning half a mile away
What the hell does it mean when you won’t even play
All the parts that cast for yourself when you stayed
I no longer know what to say
It’s the games I play

Maybe I'm born with it
The way that I yearn for romanticism
I’ve gotta get over it
Maybe I’ll learn from his pragmatism

I don’t wanna know
What I can’t be
Do you think that your dad wouldn’t like me
I could revise all the history books
And we would come across well

I already know
What I can’t be
I couldn’t make you jealous if it’s what I fancied
I just wanna dance with another man
And lay on your backseat

I'm always gonna feel dumb
And I know that somehow
Trying to be the one
Is redundant now
That kind of deal takes two

And I'm sensing your yearning half a mile away
What the hell does it mean when you won’t even play
All the parts that you cast for yourself when you stayed
I no longer know what to say
It’s the games I play

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