| How many kilometers have I done, I got lost on the road
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| Maybe I was too distracted, maybe it was the wrong one
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| All the friends by my side, now I don't know where they are
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| Left behind by the pack, or maybe it was me running alone
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| Mom, I ask your forgiveness
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| You said: "Stop" and I didn't understand it
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| How much nonsense to feel alive
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| Every Saturday night I nearly died
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| I was certainly not the strongest of the group
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| If I won it was because I was the most competitive
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| Because I didn't see the obstacles along the way
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| I only saw the arrival
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| But another time no, I saw a thousand winters, I traveled a thousand roads
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| Running with my eyes closed after what I don't have
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| Leaving everyone else behind
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| I'm going out but my mother says: "Stay a little longer"
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| And how many people are still lost there looking
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| And maybe I don't know the way home too
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| And a thousand weeks have already passed
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| Miles of stories in these thousand streets
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| How many kilometers have I covered, and how many times have I suffered
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| To be told that it was a waste of time, from those who had not even left
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| No, God will not save you, everyone is master of their own path
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| You choose the destination, only a fool relies on destiny
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| Do not wait for anyone, because many get sick of laziness
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| How many red lights do we take because of those in front
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| Make your own way, go all the way and you will finish first
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| Don't make the mistake of leaving everything halfway to return to the beginning of the crossroads
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| But another time no, I saw a thousand winters, I traveled a thousand roads
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| Running with my eyes closed after what I don't have
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| Leaving everyone else behind
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| I'm going out but my mother says: "Stay a little longer"
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| And how many people are still lost there looking
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| And maybe I don't know the way home too
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| And a thousand weeks have already passed
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| Miles of stories in these thousand streets
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| Step by step, if I look back
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| I am no longer the same, now I am missing less and less
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| No dead ends, before I ran with my eyes closed
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| Until it crashes
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| But another time no, I saw a thousand winters, I traveled a thousand roads
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| Running with my eyes closed after what I don't have
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| Leaving everything else behind
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| I'm going out but my mother says: "Stay a little longer"
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| And how many people are still lost there looking
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| And maybe I don't know the way home too
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| And a thousand weeks have already passed
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| Miles of stories in these thousand streets |