| The bad roads
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| The apocalypse falls and you who joke about it
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| But who do you side with?
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| Desperate families
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| But how sad brother is
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| How many have I seen lands
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| And you who joke about it
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| The roof collapses and I see the sky in a room
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| Is there a lucky star at this time?
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| She didn't go on vacation
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| I drink whiskey
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| Amen
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| Last shot Camel
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| I listen to records
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| Brother
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| And I think I travel
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| The asthma shots
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| The shocks of anxiety
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| The bills in your pocket
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| Who the bottom scrapes
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| And if the depression rises
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| It burns so much that in comparison
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| This hot tea is Alaska
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| In search of freedom
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| As I used to read
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| In the stories of the Jonathan seagull
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| And my life goes by animal machines
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| Going in time with a flap of wings
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| Of golden eagles
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| Who has three children and has given up
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| And it doesn't come at the expense
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| Until the end of the month
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| And away from the country
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| I see that they are few
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| Mouths quenched
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| Here they eat the same
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| The desperate escapes
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| Like the Italian situations
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| Soldiers let these guys talk in the square loaded
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| Troubled confused brains
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| Generation of abuse
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| Treasures in closed pirate trunks
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| How many are under a God who is not thinking about them
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| Only the moments that I take
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| Brother the story changes
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| We live where the floor storms
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| Approaching requires a flap of wings
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| Of golden eagles
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| How many are under a God who is not thinking about them
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| Only the moments that I take
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| Brother the story changes
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| We live where the floor storms
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| Approaching requires a flap of wings
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| Of golden eagles
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle
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| And if tomorrow won't be a day anymore
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| Like another I will go towards the sea
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| The horizons away from here
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| A city with a recurring dream of emigrating
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| Change direction, golden eagle |