Not much longer
Not much longer and then it will be ten years, damn
Ten years, ten years, damn
We chased our dream so quickly
How does the dream we had feel now?
I don't feel burned out
I feel like Charmeleon, really
I'd like to have the reckoning now
That I've been waiting for so long
Can I pay the price with a card?
Then please, the pains of the last ten years
Thank you

Driving from gas station to gas station and store to store to store
And everywhere we were, not leaving much, just a few things
That you lose because it just happens
That's one of the feelings I can hardly bear
And when I ask myself, well
And when I ask myself: "How did we get through it without snapping?"
Then I only have answers that I don't like at all
But with a bit of luck, I'll give back what I get in the end
With a bit of luck

The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed
The dream is always just borrowed

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