| Time, which blows from within
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| That you don't ring, but dry my eyes
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| Now I feel you, but the cold inside me
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| You brought it
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| So tell me someday you will explain
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| Why? |
| you owe me the memories and you know it!
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| Why? |
| time after all I of your world
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| I'm only a moment
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| Time, will I ride you, your plains will overrun
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| Without borders human limits that I will not have?
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| Yes, will I run after you? |
| in open thoughts, of your deserts
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| What no offense but for my defense then I scorder?
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| Traveling, more and more? |
| in the
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| Braving the skies of reality?
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| This life will go? |
| ...
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| Time that you run restlessly
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| That you were behind yesterday, that you always have a secret
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| Yet you are true, you are straightforward and sincere
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| You are the last now
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| And tell me why? |
| I bend over but never bow
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| And tell me why? |
| I am wrong and I persevere you know
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| Why? |
| time after all I of your world
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| I'm only a moment
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| Time, ticavalcher ?, your plains will overtake?
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| Without borders human limits that I will not have?
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| Yes, will I run after you? |
| in open thoughts, of your deserts
|
| What no offense but for my defense then I scorder?
|
| Traveling, more and more? |
| in the
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| Braving the skies of reality?
|
| This life will go? |
| ...
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| Counter-time ..., counter-time ..., counter-time |