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I remain the same as I was
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...
Added after 53 seconds
I remain the same as I was
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...
Added after 53 seconds
I remain the same as I was
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...
I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...
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