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This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and Emil andedom offerslicher.






The end of thevie Here I have grown old, at seventeen With proof, een and his spinnin hair
Each to each, but not to me
Each to each, but not to me
Each to each, but not to me
Each to each, but not to me
And I have grown young, many years on
With smiling photos of generations past
And parents younger than me
Now in a time capsule forever or else
Two months hence when inquisitive new hands
Delve under those steps
So I have one last night
To lie alone beneath this roof
With thirty-three years of memories
Straining at the outer reaches of my reason
While another hundred years of souls
Who were born and died here
Now decide to swirl around my mind
And I have grown young, many years on
Where you need to stay behind
Yes, pleaded with me to stay behind
I see whole families brought up
In just one of these rooms
Learning that there's nothing more
Than bringing more life into the world
To keep the name alive
Another generation or else fail
Due to patriarchal convention
Now I see them growing old
Screaming my progeny, my progeny
Why have ye forsaken
Me and weeping bitter tears
Unto dying parents shoulders
While staying turned screams
Something met into the wind
In a tongue never passed down
In a tongue that was never learned
Meine Nachkommen, meine Nachkommen
Warum habt ihr mich verlassen
So I have one last night
To lie alone beneath this roof
To lie alone beneath this roof
With 33 years of memories
Straining at the outer reaches
Of my reason
While another hundred years of souls
Who were born and died here
Now decide to swirl around my mind
Begging me to stay behind
Yes, pleading with me to stay behind
Yes, pleading with me to stay behind
Of Russian doll domino misery
Makes me vow to never grow old
Like I did that day at 17
And no matter what the roof
The music will no longer come
From a farther room
But rather be in the room
That I am in
As the sunlit dust of curtain cracks
Reminds me I must feel myself
To leave this old familiar bond
To leave this old familiar bond
One last time
So I have one last hour
To lie alone beneath this roof
With 33 years of memories
Straining at the outer reaches
Of my reason
While another hundred years
Of souls who were born and died here
Now decide to swirl around my mind
Begging me to stay behind
Well, I gotta make my peace with them
And move on
Why would you leave us?
Why would you leave us?
Why would you leave us?
Why would you-