A car to travel around America
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Without a goal and without ever writing to you ...
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Avoiding looking into my soul
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Between deserts and gas station oases
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And go away like that
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And sometimes go on foot
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Sleeping only like a priest now
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Lights on in a hotel I sleep here ...
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This night is too long for me
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But what is it that draws us away
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What binds us, divides us? |
Where
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This life that gets out of hand
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And how does a tango play away and meanwhile it goes away?
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To love each other or not to love each other
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Getting hurt and not knowing why
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And break up, but feel useless though
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To love each other or not to love each other
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Give yourself more hope if there is
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And looking for each other, but not finding oneself anymore ...
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Today is Monday and I'm looking for another metro
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To blend in with this city
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And I get lost and I don't know whether to go back
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Who knows how many more times, who knows
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Because the day is always a little further away
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But what is it that divides us? |
Where
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This life that gets out of hand?
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It's a machine that runs on its own
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There you are
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But I don't know anymore
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If even to the point of getting lost
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I will look for you…
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To love each other or not to love each other
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Getting hurt and not knowing why
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And break up, but feel useless though
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To love each other or not to love each other
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Give yourself more hope if there is
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And looking for each other, but not finding oneself anymore ... |