Hans Reiter

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A stomped blood flower in the desert

Could grow upward your skirt

Born from a sunset not red, but blue

The soul spinning in front of a TV crew

Well, I guess the killer is not nearby

There are just so many ways

Just so many ways you can die

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Do the novels have the answers we ask?

Do you also remember the leather mask?

As much as you want to win the race,

It ain’t that pretty on your pretty face

Well, I guess the writer is not nearby

There are just so many ways

Just so many ways you can die

.

Through all that we went together,

I don’t know who or what’s still there

To grow old with a small roof above

To feel all the deaths a bird can die of

Well, I guess she is not anymore nearby

There are just so many ways

Just so many ways you can die