How many times are there
That I say it, billions
You who smoke on me
I who manage to get angry
Crumple up a pack
That's finished and you look at me
Like the sun and the moon
Were like strangers
And you don't know how many times
I would like to be content
A red traffic light
Seems to last for years
And I wish it was a circle
This life in more phases
That then is always tighter, that then
That then you take more of me
And maybe you know it too
And then I get lost down here
But what do you know?

There's a song that I wrote
That doesn't talk about love
Maybe it gets stuck in some goodbye
That I said badly to someone
Until I say goodbye to them
And if the heart were only parentheses
I would write many wishes
I learned it on purpose
When I lost another race
There's a lost ticket
Among all the things I have in my bag I look for you
That you ended up in the right pocket
Inside my head
That you ended up in the right pocket
Inside my head

How many times are there
That I say it and I regret it
I look for a thousand goals
And I reach half
I would like to tell you first
In a piece that I wrote
That would bring luck
Under a winter sky
And you don't know how many times
That I'm awake and I stare
With the noise of a record
That scratched jumps
And I wish it was a circle
That I then start again
That then is always tighter, that then
That then, that then takes more of me
And maybe you know it too
And then I get lost down here
But what do you know?

There's a song that I wrote
That doesn't talk about love
Maybe it gets stuck in some goodbye
That I said badly to someone
Until I say goodbye to them
And if the heart were only parentheses
I would write many wishes
I learned it on purpose
When I lost another race
There's a lost ticket
Among all the things I have in my bag I look for you
That you ended up in the right pocket
Inside my head
That you ended up in the right pocket
Inside my head

I look for you

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