I’ve used up my soul
I’m not sorry because of it
I’ve done it all
countless shortcuts to dream
countless dead-end streets
The heart got tired
and I don’t know what to do with it
What have I become
happy or unhappy
I know only one thing
If I had married her
I wouldn’t have faded like this
I’m getting old
but I have no faith in love
I’ve dreamt my children
named them after her
I’m getting old
but I have no faith in love
I’ve used up my soul
I’m not sorry because of it
What have I become
happy or unhappy
I know only one thing
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