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Too late
it seems to be my fate
not to lose my poise
where is your engine noise
too late
I sit and wait for noises on the floor
for a knocking on my door
burnt noodles on the cooker
phone calls with lots of bookers
a technical accident
a toilet incident
I am waiting for you to come
waiting for you to come
when your´re not in time
that is a crime
when you´re not in time
that is a crime
too late
it seems to be my fate
not to lose my poise
where is you engine noise
too late
I sit and hate
you for all the stolen hours
at least you could bring flowers
burnt noodles on the cooker
phone calls with lots of bookers
a technical accident
a bedroom incident
I am waiting for you to come
waiting for you to come
when your´re not in time
that is a crime
when you´re not in time
that is a crime
you´re too late, my lovely
you´re to la,la,la,la late
you´re too late, my lovely
too late