| All is quiet, the motion’s cold
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| I face the wind as I’m taking the road
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| I take a breath in the arresting air
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| From the trees, thousands of voices
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| And the light goes darker as I walk
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| As I dream, as I sink, I escape in the night
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| And watch the others' life
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| I take a breath in the air
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| All these moments are doubtful
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| Like a rose they are bursting to the eye
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| As I walk in the twilight
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| There’s a shape now that comes through
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| There were better times, there bettter times
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| The eyes wide-open, no more scared of anything
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| There were better times, there were better times
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| My look wide-open, slipping to horizon
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| The weight away from me, I felt as safe as free
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| I thought the world was half a kind of crazy, gentle heaven
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| And the noise that I can touch
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| Gives me flesh creep and terror
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| As I know I’m undoubtedly alone
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| In a world that can never give hope
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| Who cares… Not even you
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| Reach out your hands I’m down |