Songtexte The Riddle (Original Mix) - Gigi D'Agostino
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                two 
                                                strong 
                                                arms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blessings 
                                                of 
                                                Babylon
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                carry 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                try
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                sins 
                                                and 
                                                false 
                                                alarms
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                to 
                                                America 
                                                the 
                                                brave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wise 
                                                men 
                                                save
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                Aran
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goes 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                beacon
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                fashion
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                Aran
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goes 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                beacon
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                fashion
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he'll 
                                                never
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                fight 
                                                over 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                Aran
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goes 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                beacon
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                fashion
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                Aran
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goes 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                beacon
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                fashion
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he'll 
                                                never
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                fight 
                                                over 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                plans 
                                                for 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nights 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                scullery
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                days 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                only 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                to 
                                                discuss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                for 
                                                anything 
                                                but 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wise 
                                                men 
                                                fighting 
                                                over 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                me 
                                                you 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pieces 
                                                of 
                                                valentine
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                keep 
                                                from 
                                                burning 
                                                history
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seasons 
                                                of 
                                                gasoline 
                                                and 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wise 
                                                men 
                                                fold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                Aran
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goes 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                beacon
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                strange 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                fashion
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he'll 
                                                never
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                fight 
                                                over 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sly 
                                                looks 
                                                in 
                                                corridors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                plan 
                                                of 
                                                yours
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                blackbird 
                                                sings 
                                                on 
                                                bluebird 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thanks 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                calling 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                wild
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wise 
                                                men's 
                                                child
 
                                    
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