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How much has already been
How much more will be
Nothing new
Around the same people
Yes, all the same oxygen
Fills your chest
I see, I know without a tarot
What is the way to you
Be it a search for currency
External attributes
Whether it is the search inside
Who are you really here
Anxieties alternate
With bouts of boredom
Exchangeing in the dialogue
About this with someone at leisure
Once you go out to smoke or just breathe
Tired of saying the same, portraying interest
Something fings inside, wants to escape from everything
But outside the window is the same world, everywhere patterns are circling
Division, roads
Dwarves and nobles
Gods and two -horned
Here is the same rubbish and drama
Fill the days short
And news speakers
They are trumpeted from all sides about the same setting
But whatever happens
The holiday continues
Here is one fun
Be it January or May
Death or Easter
War, illness
The medicine is one
All drunkenness and dancing
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing, nothing, nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing, nothing, nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing, nothing, nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing, nothing, nothing new