What's going to happen?
We succumb to our needs
We won't die
No, it won't kill us
We've already played the game a thousand times
And yet lost every time
Perished in the swamp a thousand times
But always born again
The sneaker, yes, he goes away
The thoughts lie fallow
It is already
The morning after
Is it just the pain
Or is it also the disgrace
The day is long over
In the morning, the morning after
The fight fought so often
Without pay and without medals
Learned nothing
No, not much wiser
The glasses raised
To a thousand-fold clink
/>Just to get lost again
In the fog
The sneaker, yes, he goes away
The thoughts lie fallow
It's already
The morning after
Is it just the pain
Or is it also the disgrace
The day is long over
In the morning, the morning after
The sneaker, yes he lies down< br/>The thoughts lie fallow
It's already
The morning after
Is it just the pain
Or is it also the shame
The day is long gone walked
In the morning, the morning after
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