God must be tripled
Or is it the flow
Of people in plastic down of the road
My street looks familiar
But something has changed
I know all these moves
But I don't know the game
Who's that man
Standing in my window
Who's that man
Looking just like me
I grew up in hotels
Mother's room had a???
Soundwise reflecting
I only spoke when I had to
Home touch? Nothing, no
Not even a try
I care my hands in my pockets
And I married the scars
Who's that man, that man
Standing in my window
Who's that man, that man
Looking just like me
It's twenty past five
December, Berlin
I made my last record
And all my contracts are done
I can go wherever it pleased
I can change my name again, if I need
He's to fear way no
He's looking at her
Take a step and touched her
The back of his neck
He won't turn around, I know
He knows, who I am
He's strong and he's soft and he's cool
Like his wall
He's my man, my man
Standing in my window
He's my man, my man
Looking just like me
He's a man...
Standing in my window
He's my man, my man
Looking out like me
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