On the way to Dallas
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All the way to Dallas
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Landscape route whitened
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But I was too early
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The desert needs it
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The journey to the destination gets a whole new value
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If the time is right, it will hardly begin
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If you have time in the right direction, once only raise your leg
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Burn the trees as long as they have sparrows
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And a child parked with a bazooka is shot
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It is so typical that you do not exercise options
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My own tempo is knocking on Obama
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I say so directly
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We were held in Bon Jovi, but killed in Lennon
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Singo and Sango archive the pengo
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Lindbergh's baby made his father's flight expensive
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If all goes well, then everything will turn bad
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They call it human nature
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Pattern the bends straight, the drains into a muzzle
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There will be a sense of security, but they will call it credit
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Or have you seen the good going around?
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Yeah, it just happened here
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Tolerating in advance
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Ku CNN seems to be exploding in Mumbai today
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I bite my teeth
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Below is an adult pool filled with innocent charm
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Never stand ladies here in Vallas
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John F. wolf mouth Dallas
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World migrants underground are landing
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The resistance collapses, the resistance suffocates
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The magic bullet goes around obstacles
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I drain the sun's liquids, no one gets in the way
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Power on the old tracks is hardening
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The evening arrives when the day is missed
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So many times promised
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Dallas sacrificed in the desert
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And everywhere else everything is so great
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The changes are going through new directions
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Let's choose our route that way
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But that was not what the world wanted to hear
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The options have already been reviewed to know how it went
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I lost faith that you wouldn't be there one day
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Broidi, you're coming home
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I fell asleep in a hurry, the moments fluttering past
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No situations worth remembering
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Many forget behind it
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When I was mentally ill in a sick home I was very sick
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Towards the ends of the earth
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Beak vertical soother
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It was a delusion
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Like Moniki else
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No demands come
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I hope you must grow into a new person
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But behind the eye lies another secret
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They don't realize it, although they're on the same route
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But to see what is beneath the surface
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World migrants underground are landing
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The resistance collapses, the resistance suffocates
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The time door goes around obstacles
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I drain the sun's liquids, no one gets in the way
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Power on the old tracks is hardening
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The evening arrives when the day is missed
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So many times promised
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Dallas sacrificed in the desert
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All tomorrow's party has been canceled
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They will be held today
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Because tomorrow they will plant a toilet here
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So come visit today
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Today's wedding, tomorrow's evicted
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What you see today, you will not see tomorrow
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See you again
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They go with their feet above and poke their head behind
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Life is a whisper, a moment in space
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A swan badge was printed on my misery
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A boy with a Dallas bun
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No feet on the ground can spread
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Fathers do not want to sacrifice their firstborn
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But you can make ashes from the end
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Do not bourge on the dollar to buy in front of the order
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That's why the rapper keeps going
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To the portico porttarii
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No bastard wanted pirii hopparii
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All roads lead to Rome
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But you can't get out of Dallas quite a bit
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Every romantic moment comes
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When nothing can be changed |