Your friends have changed
She dyed her hair
You go out for a night in January
You come back home in November
Days later you wake up
Your ears are ringing
And everything has changed
How much time has passed?

Everything seems so far away
With a scalpel in hand
Cold as a surgeon
She erases your number
She makes a cut in your chest
Takes the heart and tears off a piece
I've stopped with love
How many times have you said it?

Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night
Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night

You get in the back of the taxi
You're silent the whole ride
You cry and feel small
You take the pill again
You left home in November
You disappeared forever
And everything has changed
How much time has passed?

Everything seems wrong
With the phone in hand
You repeat to yourself: "How stupid"
And you erase my number
You make a cut in your chest
Take the heart, tear off a piece
I've stopped with love
How many times have you said it

Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night
Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night

Like throwing dice
And challenging fate
The fear of being alone
The need for affection
I've stopped with love

Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night
Cigarettes, your mood is a house of cards
Yellow fingers like traffic lights at night

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