The sound of rain on the asphalt
No windshield wiper
My windshield is crying
My mood is hardening the ice
Those who say it temps it's money
Are wrong
If we put the euros aside, not the hours
I order a coffee before writing the text
br/>Ask for my dÔ, because I asked too much
Before the sugar has melted
Often early, time matters to me my friend!
If you can't be on time, you have to call yourself
When we miss each other, there's no time soon
Life is short and death has all the time,
Born in the morning, of age at noon, old from eight o'clock
History forgets the heroes, not the victors
365 days then 700
Time begins to count you spy on him
365 days then 700
Time begins to count you ask yourself
The truth depends on the one who listens
And no matter what we say, time reveals everything
Time does good 'love
Contrary to what we think
Regrets are when we make concrete mistakes
Bad weather is not cold or gray
br/>That's what we swore to ourselves, that we forget when we force it
When I can't write
Bad weather, the one that eats away at you
The migraine when you question yourself
Dreams fade away you run after them
As you age less and less
From pen to follow
The duration of my song is decreasing
Sorry I only know how to count up to sixty
365 days then 700
Time begins to count you spy on him
365 days then 700
Time begins to count you question yourself
Living is numbers and letters
Scraps and gallons
Checks and contracts
Whatever you can
And when you can't anymore, everything will slow down
SQsign that the future becomes repentance.
With each step passed, the staircase collapses
So I jump singing every second
Life is a beautiful train with dirty wagons
And luck wanders
I don't wait for someone to approve of me
I'm a great person in this world
Compose with the light
As a man in the shadows.
365 days then 700
Time begins to count down you spy
365 days then 700
Time begins And you're wondering

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