Casino Royal: Music

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WASTED TALENT
I´ve chosen the place behind row, so did you
Tempting fake, steady dare of juvenile intellect

Well, that´s the destiny of life
We were gracious there
Filled up with courage, we took any chance

Now, I´ve got what it´s all about
My doubts became true
The quintessence has been declared
In a way that marked, that burned my soul and changed my life

Would we sum up the crucial works of his life
In one single phrase:

Nothing left!
Nothing left!

Recognize his eloquence, considerate the doctorate – just nothing left

What a shame, what disgust – just nothing left
What a wasted talent he was

Nothing left, no firm creation,
Just applied phrasing there was


Now, I have got what it´s all about
My doubts became true
The quintessence, has been declared
In a way that marked, that burned my soul and changed my life

In that way, I lost a friend, for whom I have never been put
in the position of a friend
But that´s all right, that does not matter

Since I have discovered:
In true consideration, he has never been a creator!

Pretending to be an ironic mouth-piece is not enough!

What a wasted talent he was!