I'm lying, silence, and the highway is in me.
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I open my eyes, I hear the creak of my eyelids,
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I see the shadow from the eyelashes and the alluring distance,
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I close my eyes, am I alive or not?
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the highway will carry love through my veins,
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again the creak is me or maybe the window.
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and there is poisonous blood on my roads,
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takes me back to world nothingness.
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prostheses of the soul rustle underfoot,
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they are trampled by separation, need and sadness
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and people rot in tears,
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but I don’t give a damn, because I have a highway in me ...
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I'm tired of living like this
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told friends.
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I can't love you
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you know yourself.
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I'm tired of living like this.
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you
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I'm tired of living like this
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told friends.
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I can't love you
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you know yourself.
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I'm tired of living like this.
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you
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I live in the consciousness of dead days,
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I live only in the memory of former victories.
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talk about the prophecies of past pains,
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than to roll over the abyss of future years.
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something is gone and something is left.
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the heart will beat like a bird in the chest,
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I'll let him go, because such fatigue
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I have accumulated over the years of the journey.
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dim light, gray smoke and cigarette burn,
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I just don’t hear the creak of my heart anymore, but it’s a pity
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I lie in the clouds in the interplanetary silence
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and the highway takes me forever...
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I'm tired of living like this
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told friends.
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I can't love you
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you know yourself.
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I'm tired of living like this.
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you
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I'm tired of living like this
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told friends.
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I can't love you
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you know yourself.
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I'm tired of living like this
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you
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I'm tired of living like this...
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you
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I'm tired of living like this...
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the sun in the clouds, the fast river is not for you |