| I have seen a thousand dreams
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| Believe me they were real
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| I have touched the skys in foreign lands
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| It seemed as if they were friends of mine
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| Do they belong to me?
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| I made my days with hands embraced
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| While shadows cover the way I go To get the choice to choose my place
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| Reminds me of what my father said:
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| «You don’t belong to me»
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| Do I belong somewhere at all?
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| How many roads how many dreams
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| Led into the night?
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| It’s getting so hard to find!
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| End of a mile — the start of a new
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| No one is immune
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| To the longing for other lands
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| It’s an odyssey it’s my own desire
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| Do I have roots to return to?
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| Certain skys and secret ways
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| All the things we don’t understand
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| We waste our lives and sell our dreams
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| But were we do belong I don’t know
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| Do they belong to me?
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| How many roads how many dreams
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| Led into the night?
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| It’s getting so hard to find!
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| End of a mile — the start of a new
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| No one is immune
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| To the longing for other lands
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| It’s an odyssey it’s my own desire
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| Tell me where I do belong…
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| How many roads how many dreams
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| Discover the truth and bury the lies
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| It’s not the same to be where your roots are
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| Or just anywhere |