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I could forecast her disaster by
The different shades of gray in the sky
Monotonous moments made up
And mouth me the words you’re waving goodbye
I await surprises so much
Nothing much surprises me
I must have had enough now I
Stand here with my face in the mirror
And I can see inside myself
I think that things can’t get any clearer
And I will wait another year
To mobilize my legs to the prize
Awaiting surprise
I
Must have caught another cold
Standing under rain clouds on a hot summer day
And an attempt to kill myself
Might just be the only thought that takes it away
I put it in the black of my memory
With the sunrise of that look in her eyes
Awaiting surprise
I
Put an appointment on
And left the sugar out of her tea
Put all the ointment on
And all my money in a love lottery
If I had to forget about you
I might as well let everything sink
I never thought of erasing you
You’re written in with permanent ink
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