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I'm out
The cranes on the plowed fields
End of September, every year again
And I am watching, as if it were my first time
My neuroses, my light bluejacket
Are packed in my little bag
I don't search anymore and only find
Comes anyways to the start, what wants to come
I don't search anymore and only find
Someone was anyways there
(…)
That saw deep into my head
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(…)
What I've learned, is to stay relaxed
(…)
Life is too short and a lot more than in order
(…)
There is also something that doesn't work that shines like the display
I don't search anymore and only find
Comes anyways to the start, what wants to come
I don't search anymore and only find
Someone was anyways there
(…)
That saw deep into my head
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(…)
In the next stop I'll step out
Board plank paths until the little house
Lights on, all the windows open
Lights on, all the windows open
(…)
That saw deep into my head
That saw deep into my head
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(…)
I don't search anymore and only find
Comes anyways to the start
