| Walking straight ahead my steps lower their speed
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| Some desperate will is growing stronger
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| I am getting closer but not nearer what else can there be
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| No I won’t take it any longer
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| I hear the voices talking loud leading me straight to the edge
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| Can this be real
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| I feel the breeze blowing stronger it is touching my face
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| Can this be real
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| It is coming over me my dream haunts me again
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| The way is the aim — try at least — I hope I can
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| The sun is low and light is changing
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| I am still on my way around me some new things come alive
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| Wind blows sand into my face and let’s me dream of my dreams
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| But it is so unreal
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| It is coming over me my dream haunts me again
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| The way is the aim — try at least — I hope I can
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| Open my world again
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| And lost times will arise
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| Open my world again
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| Beware
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| No concrete reason for my wondering
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| I try to think back
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| What were the days that changed my life
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| Is there anything that made me close my eyes
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| From the world
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| Anything that changed my life at all
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| The sun is much lower now shadows take
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| Control over me
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| This can’t be real
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| My eyes stare at the ground observing
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| The progress I have made
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| All the time I was standing still
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| It is coming over me my dream haunts me again
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| The way is the aim — try at least — I hope I can
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| Open my world again
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| And lost times will arise
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| Open my world again
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| Beware |