| Just left the station early in the morning
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| Cradling noise keeps me quite awake
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| Tired eyes gently hurt in the light of dawn
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| Here’s the first tunnel through the hills
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| I’m trying to fight back the sleep
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| I see my face inside the glass
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| The image blends with my remembrance
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| Sudden as a wave the dark wall starts to fade
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| And lets me wander through my past
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| Hidden inside my mind it’s me I have to find
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| My sight is tied to this window
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| The fast flowing view holds me hypnotized
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| No landscape, I can recognize the scenes I lived before
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| They’re guiding me back once more
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| It’s dark again, the second one
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| Now I fall deeper into my sensations
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| And each time I look throughout the glass
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| I recollect the pieces of my memory
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| Mistakes! |
| I’ve made…
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| Repair! |
| I swear…
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| Just learn! |
| This flight is giving me the right sense of my life!
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| My sight is tied to this window
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| The fast flowing view feeds my consciousness
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| No landscape, I can recognize the scenes I lived before
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| I’m learning to know myself
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| Reaching the end of this journey |
| I cannot forget my experience
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| Now I have the chance of perceiving
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| Every trace of dream that’s rushing in front of my eyes |