| Nothing here, but the memories silence brings
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| Feels I’m falling through the space that´s gathering
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| I’ve got the blood, blood of gauls,
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| I never did understand its call,
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| But where now? |
| I don´t know,
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| Walking that street known as devil´s row
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| Have I tried, tried too hard, I don´t know, I don´t know
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| Planted seeds where, nothing new,
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| Ever grows…
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| Memories, late at night
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| Was it worth it that sacrafice?
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| It seems I’m trapped, trapped again
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| Just to begin at the journey´s end
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| I hope that you, you don´t become,
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| Like Ulysses, my friend
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| You and your adventures, across the seas
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| Treading through the, corridors, of the past
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| Was I dead when i walked here before I ask?
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| Blood shot eyes, feeling raw,
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| You will walk where none walked before
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| You will hurt, yes you´ll fear
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| You´ll take a punch for that elixir
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| And in the morning, tear down you disguises
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| It doesn´t matter if you never arrived
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| And with that question which says what for?
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| You´ll know at last that you´ve given it all
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| I hope that you don´t become like Ulysses, my friend
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| You & your adventures cross the seas my friend
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| You & your adventures, that never end |