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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alphaville
Alphaville
Performer
Thorsten Brötzmann
Thorsten Brötzmann
Keyboards
Jochen Schmalbach
Jochen Schmalbach
Keyboards
Rainer Bloss
Rainer Bloss
Synthesizer
Ingmar Kappel
Ingmar Kappel
Synthesizer
Martin Lister
Martin Lister
Programming
Anya Mahnken
Anya Mahnken
Background Vocals
David Goodes
David Goodes
Guitar
Sebastian Komor
Sebastian Komor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marian Gold
Marian Gold
Composer
Rainer Bloss
Rainer Bloss
Composer
Ingmar Kappel
Ingmar Kappel
Composer
Martin Lister
Martin Lister
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thorsten Brötzmann
Thorsten Brötzmann
Producer
Jochen Schmalbach
Jochen Schmalbach
Producer
Jeo
Jeo
Mixing Engineer
Jeo Mezei
Jeo Mezei
Mixing Engineer

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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