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Good advice on the autobahn
Burning highs amongst the grey
The city feels like a home tonight
The child inside you escapes
Every day felt like Saturday
When we were young in our hearts
I never thought that anyone
Could make me feel this good
Looking back at Chinatown from a moonlit hill
I thought it was a passing phase, hoping I might be wrong
I never thought that anyone
Starry eyes tell a thousand lies
Graffiti walls pave the way
The sound of sirens are calling out with rage
The hounds of love are awake
Every day felt like Saturday
When we were young in our hearts
I never thought that anyone
Could make me feel this good
Looking back at Chinatown from a moonlit hill
I thought it was a passing phase, hoping I might be wrong
I never thought that anyone
The years go by, we multiply
A miracle
We learn to climb the ropes of life
Keep holding on
If we look ahead and hold the line
Take control
We live and learn from time to time
I never thought that anyone
Could make me feel this good
Looking back at Chinatown from a moonlit hill
I thought it was a passing phase, hoping I might be wrong
I never thought that anyone
Anyone
Sirens was written by Grant Nicholas.