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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Alphaville
Alphaville
Künstler:in
Thorsten Brötzmann
Thorsten Brötzmann
Tasteninstrumente
Jochen Schmalbach
Jochen Schmalbach
Tasteninstrumente
Rainer Bloss
Rainer Bloss
Synthesizer
Ingmar Kappel
Ingmar Kappel
Synthesizer
Martin Lister
Martin Lister
Programmierung
Anya Mahnken
Anya Mahnken
Begleitgesang
David Goodes
David Goodes
Gitarre
Sebastian Komor
Sebastian Komor
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marian Gold
Marian Gold
Komponist:in
Rainer Bloss
Rainer Bloss
Komponist:in
Ingmar Kappel
Ingmar Kappel
Komponist:in
Martin Lister
Martin Lister
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thorsten Brötzmann
Thorsten Brötzmann
Produzent:in
Jochen Schmalbach
Jochen Schmalbach
Produzent:in
Jeo
Jeo
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

One, two
One, two, three, four
I didn't say I love you
The words just didn't come
I didn't tell you baby
That you're the only one
Will I regret forever
I hope that isn't true
The things I didn't do
The things I didn't do
I hardly understand the things I've done
I used to be so thoughtless all the time
I can't explain the man that I once was
I'm sorry for the things that made you cry
And I know all of my excuses
Are nothing more
Than staggering beggars
Who come crawling
Back to you
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
(He used to be so thoughtless all the time)
(He can't explain the man that he once was)
(He's sorry for the things that made her cry)
And I know all of my excuses
Are nothing more
Than staggering beggars
Who come crawling
A long way back to you
I didn't hold you in my arms
Everyday
I didn't kiss your lips and promised
That I would always stay
Will I regret forever (do-do-do)
I pray that isn't true (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
The things I didn't do (do-do-do)
The things I didn't do (do-do-do)
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
(He used to be so thoughtless all the time)
(He can't explain the man that he once was)
(He's sorry for the things that made her cry)
And I know all of my excuses (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
Are nothing more (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
Than staggering beggars (do-do-do)
Who come crawling a long way back to you (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
(He used to be so thoughtless all the time)
(He can't explain the man that he once was)
(He's sorry for the things that made her cry)
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
I'll walk your dog
I'll stroke your cat
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
I won't forget
The date we met
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
I'll clean your shoes
I'll wash your dishes
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
I'll keep off the booze
I'll feed all your fishes
I'll clean the floor
I'll be your slave
And I'll put flowers on your grave, yeah
(He'll put flowers on her grave) (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
(He'll put flowers on her grave) (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
(He hardly understands the things he's done)
He'll put flowers on her grave (do-do-do) (do-do-do)
He'll put flowers on her grave
On her grave
Written by: Ingmar Kappel, Marian Gold, Martin Lister, Rainer Bloss
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