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Every day the same rumbling noise while in the underground,
My head sinks deep into my thoughts, my veins are boiling
Each morning, afternoon, evening and night.

A young man next to me is reading a book,
I hear the paper rustling when he turns over the page.
I’m looking stoned at the underground map,
And I feel alive at that moment,
Because it makes me forget about you
Each morning, afternoon, evening and night.

I’m getting out of the train, and see two baskets
Full of dirty water standing on the floor
I shoot a glance at them and fancy how hard will be my busy day today.
I hear the crowd hissing, shushing me
And I feel alive at that moment,
Because it makes me forget about you
Each morning, afternoon, evening and night.

Each morning, afternoon, evening and night
I’m looking hopelessly for something
That would make me forget about you.
And I feel so desperate about that something,
The way I’m desperately mad about you.