Hannah Songtext
von Douglas Firs
Hannah Songtext
I guess it was about time
To go and find out what you′d made of things
I guess it was about peace of mind
And maybe we were ready to become just friends
So I started asking around for you
A friend of a friend gave me your street and your number too
I drove up to your house, knocked on your door
It opened, there was someone that I hadn't seen before
She said: Hanna does not live here anymore
I could ask the neighbours, but I′m not sure they'll know
She said something about regrets
About wanting something more, oh
Hanna does not live here anymore
I guess it felt about right
For you to find this way to say goodbye
The one last thing I had to say to you
Now is written on a piece of paper lying on a stranger's table
Ooh
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep ′em in
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep ′em in
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep 'em in
Hanna does not live here anymore
I could ask the neighbours, but I′m not sure they'll know
She said something about regrets
About wanting something more, oh
Hanna does not live here anymore
To go and find out what you′d made of things
I guess it was about peace of mind
And maybe we were ready to become just friends
So I started asking around for you
A friend of a friend gave me your street and your number too
I drove up to your house, knocked on your door
It opened, there was someone that I hadn't seen before
She said: Hanna does not live here anymore
I could ask the neighbours, but I′m not sure they'll know
She said something about regrets
About wanting something more, oh
Hanna does not live here anymore
I guess it felt about right
For you to find this way to say goodbye
The one last thing I had to say to you
Now is written on a piece of paper lying on a stranger's table
Ooh
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep ′em in
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep ′em in
I used to want a lot of things
Now a box downstairs is where I keep 'em in
Hanna does not live here anymore
I could ask the neighbours, but I′m not sure they'll know
She said something about regrets
About wanting something more, oh
Hanna does not live here anymore
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