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Every Morning I was warm and got cold
And the force of the noise bit my ear
And I ask myself, when will I get old?
And do I even have a conscience
I don't want to, every morning anew,
regret last night
Every morning my stomach complains
And the mirror pleads me guilty
And my head ask a thousand questions
and slowly grows impatient
it slowly grows impatient
I don't want to, every morning anew,
regret last night
I'd much rather, every morning,
dream of you
Every morning I'm a mix of hoarse and cloudy
and the winter follows me
and I fill my stomach in seconds
with coffee and cigarette smoke
I don't want to, every morning anew,
regret last night
I'd much rather every morning again
dream of you
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