The ninth hour
The desire to belong
Whereas there brings
The will to live
She held him in her arms
Now they see each other in the net
The computer as remedy
That kicks off to allude
To lead a remedy
The tenth hour
Enough respect for the word
And he had lust to spread
The lung in the iron
A global meeting place
I came in the door
Three hours later I‘d know
It's over, finished
Closer and closer to close
It's over, finished
Closer, closer and to close
It's over, finished
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