The next day I feel like shit The next day I say stop, okay!? The next night I feel like shit The next night I go to pick it up The sense of things Is that things happen themselves And we can also remember them And you can also forget them Often ask myself If I live or if I am dead And I'll never come back Maybe now Maybe now it doesn't matter anymore But the remedy Is not treason if you do it ...
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