| Here I look for a yes
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| end of work tomorrow you do
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| once again and who knows how many
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| tonight I'm going home tonight I feel like it
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| But I know I'm not sleeping
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| for the whole night two thousand ideas
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| like the first day a few years ago
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| I'll look for the same truths for myself
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| We traveled smiling
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| and there was always some sleep after a while
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| and pretend nothing happened
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| if then someone widened a little more
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| But how much fog there is
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| and how much time has passed for me
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| then the head changes something is wrong
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| but a little of me if that remained there
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| There are always those who ask me
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| what do you think of your old friends
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| but there is never an answer
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| Then, what time is there
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| now I am alone and I drive by myself
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| I wonder if my woman is already asleep now
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| while I smoke slowly what time it will be
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| I'll be at my house in a while
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| and an old record will keep me company
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| maybe now they are talking about me
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| those who have been with me for a while are gone
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| We sang smiling
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| and we ended up talking about her too
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| she who was filled with tears
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| the shoulder of those who stopped a little longer
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| And there was always between us
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| who had lost his heart in some city
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| how many stories how many songs for us
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| the memory does not stop going
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| And every time it is the same
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| when a job finishes it is a little bit already
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| a bit of madness runs through the veins
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| but this strange life is mine. |