| When I was walking in town
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| This morning after months on the road
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| I thought I’m the memories
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| All I have seen and what I’ve done
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| This cold just break my bones
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| Why the sun is not strong enough?
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| But the noise in my neighborhood
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| Brought back the heat
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| Brought back the will
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| Telling to my friends
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| Where I went and with who’m I Telling to my friends
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| Wehere I’ve been
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| My steps on the dancefloor
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| Lit the lights of the nightclub
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| The avenue where I played
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| Was made of bricks from forest plants
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| And vans don’t need no fuel to move through
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| The streets bloom
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| When I die, I’ll be not aware of who I am But I’m more alive than ever
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| To trace my way |