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You look in the mirror, you laugh at yourself
You live under the skin of that mannequin
Who is getting old
Ignoring what he is doing here
You put on a shirt and yesterday's cowboy
You always leave in a hurry at dawn
Shaking ashes
Of times that will not return
So mean and so helpless
So alone and so minimized
A taxi on the corner, a bun with ham
You follow the discipline of the ladder
Champion of the routine of being just another one of the bunch
Tie suicidal brown jacket you already put it
Life in the heater, you add salt to the wound
And some tacks to the mattress
So hippie and so imprisoned
So free and so disciplined
No one will pay you a tribute
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
Least of all such a cowardly guy
Are you listening to me in the mirror?
Although we are no longer here for advice
I am already the idiot who addresses a simple ball in question
Of the situation that bounces and bounces
As long as I don't embrace the tension
Planning the escape from freedom
My life has gone without the will
For a fakir and a suicide
I am just a pawn of society
So docile and so vulnerable
So weak and so forgettable
No one will pay you a tribute
When you die a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
Least of all such a cowardly guy
No one will pay you a tribute
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
Least of all such a cowardly guy
Are you listening to me in the mirror?
Although we are no longer here for advice
No one will pay tribute
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
And even less so such a cowardly guy
No one remembers anyone