The wind blows west

not knowing why I open my window

not knowing why I ride the streets

I wrote something about a bar in NY

For you it is a big deal for them a fragment of time

Somebody is calling my name

It feels ok, but what does feeling say

you want to have it clear?

you think I'm not in control, cause of your stupid actions?

We also have to live from time to time

Rock 'n Roll

or not

I'm getting up

Haven't had coffee for almost a week

even the coffee reminds me

oh no this goes way to far

I should do something

Every word I spoke to you

Every word you spoke to me

it is up there

from time to time to come out

Is it right?

I really don't know

sometimes I think nothing is right

so this must be right

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