| Floating, drifting, fading memories
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| Riding, voicing, screaming silence
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| Always on the run
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| The fortune by our side
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| Here on the tide
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| Then we disappear
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| And nobody’s here
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| Just faded years
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| We are ready to feel something
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| We are fetching falling wonders
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| Turn the pages of the story
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| Win the races catch the glory
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| Squeezing, living, fully this time
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| Grip it in one’s hand don’t let it slip
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| Always in the sun
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| Another photograph
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| Another laugh
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| Then, shivers of fear
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| The days are going away
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| And all is gray
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| We are ready to feel something
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| We are fetching falling wonders
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| Turn the pages of the story
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| Win the races catch the glory
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| Don’t drive your heart behind
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| Gaze the vault of the sky
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| Wash away your pain
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| Oh, now open wide your eyes
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| Till you meet the light
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| wipe away this rain
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| We are ready to feel something
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| We are fetching falling wonders
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| Turn the pages of the story
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| Win the races catch the glory |