| The sun is rising, my shadow is getting shorter
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| I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
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| Been to all the time zones from the Poles to the tropics
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| I’m chasing the horizon, feeling so myopic
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| Twenty five thousand miles multiplied several times
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| That’s the length of my way full of precipices and heights
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| Falls and climbs, good signs, strange harbingers and bad prophets
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| My footprints cover the planet from the Poles to the tropics
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| I keep on wandering like Ahasuerus my trip is hazardous
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| The sun is rising again — like Saint Lazarus
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| And as it’s rising, my shadow is getting shorter
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| I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
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| But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
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| Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
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| This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
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| The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
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| But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
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| Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
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| This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
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| The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
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| The sun is dying, the dark is getting stronger
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| I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
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| Realistic imagination — spiritually captivated
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| Lost in your creation — my existence uncomplicated
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| The universe is aligned, purposefully designed
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| Guiding me through the nights. |
| The great unknown to the great divide
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| I realize. |
| They’ve lied! |
| The sign is illuminated
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| Finding significance again spiritually captivated
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| Even if they say I’ve imagined this, then who can fathom this
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| I’ve been to the end of the world and back again
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| So I’ll keep trying when the dark is getting stronger
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| To capture the horizon even if I never cross that border
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| But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
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| Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
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| This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
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| The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
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| But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
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| Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
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| This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
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| The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
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| The same coin
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| The same coin
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| The same coin |