I don't need all the things
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This morning I was going to work
I thought, 'I'm not like them'
I'm a fountain pen
Ink on other people's skin
A means to make sense
To the dirty dirt on your hands
Of those who delve into mental problems
Let's go back to fine fine dust
Meanwhile, let's go back to being children
We all have distant family
Which leaves salt on us
Sometimes I just want to make love
I throw myself into things with my head
I'm like a stone, you're the next wave
And you are all the roads I haven't traveled
And I almost have the desire to live inside me
And it doesn't matter if I'm hungry or if I'm sleepy
Today I understood these things
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You are all the roads I haven't traveled
Ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta
I almost have the desire to live on
I feel like the girl next to me
I can see it in his smile
That she only needs his chest
under the head, a protected space
Or she wants money and sex
Of yes men, of a very large house
Of course that wouldn't be bad either
I would only like to have your appearance
To like me too as much as I like you, that
You are all the roads I haven't traveled
And I almost have the desire to live inside me
And it doesn't matter if I'm hungry or if I'm sleepy
What did I understand? Nothing
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You are all the roads I haven't traveled
Ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ta-ta
I almost have the desire to live on
All the roads I haven't traveled
And now I have the desire to live on
And it doesn't matter if I leave or come back
If I'm hungry or if I'm sleepy
I almost have the desire to live on