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Searching in the trunk of memories
I saw myself blunting a lie
I saw myself in a hand in hand with time
What still lies ahead
What kind of song I'm going to write to you
What day are you going to be unemployed
There is so much I have left to tell you
That my smile is mortgaged
And the best thing is just begins
The table is already served
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
There has always been and always will be a remedy
You don't have to take everything so seriously
If nothing is worth it as much as a kiss
Wrapped in bitterness, in farewell or in mystery
I have a desperate song left
That prays for you to return one day
And the edge of a hurt glass
Begging to be served another tequila
And the best is just beginning
The table is already set
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
The story of this trip repeats itself
See you at the next stop
The river always returns to the same place
And it never returns the same water to you
The river always returns to the same place
br/>And he never gives you the same water back
And the best has just begun
A verse for you I am going to write to you
What day are you going to be unemployed
A verse that can be sung by someone who is sad
When I'm gone