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See myself dialing a number on the phone
A message on your voicemail
Telling that you're not here
Didnt know how much it was right
Didn't know you' d never hear those words
Cos' there were no warning signs
There were no warning signs!
No one could tell that there was something wrong in the sunlight
Nothing had changed but the look in your eyes these days...
A sunny Monday and this man at my door
With a sad looking face
I've never seen before
Telling me these things I can't stand
Telling me things that I didn't plan
Cos' there were no warning signs
There were no warning signs!
Could not believe that you were gone
Gone with this bitter snow
No one could tell that there was something wrong in the sunlight
Nothing had changed but the look in your eyes these days...
Fates controlled the thread of his life
Morta cut it with her knife
None of us could have envisioned
His thread was the shortest one!
Fates controlled the thread of life,
Morta cut it with her knife
None of us had envisioned,
His thread was the shortest one.