Original lyrics
ENWe have everything chance, coutless forms
But we always have everything the same
Loves repeat mistakes
Like words on a broken record
I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love
This tiredness of samethings repeating thamselves
My thoughts keep me silence
And I think that's wonderful
I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love
