| We forget our thoughts
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| We get on the road
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| We forget all the roads
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| That were gone before.
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| Trying to get fast
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| Trying to reach far
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| In so many spaces
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| Where is shown
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| What we are.
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| My dearest, I asked you to read
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| I asked to accept
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| What I’ve on this trip lived.
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| And these old songs are alive
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| And if you sing them and play
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| You’ll stay free for your whole life.
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| Please, please, make it simple
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| Make it the way you hear.
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| And promise not to be scared
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| To say what you really feel.
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| We forget our thoughts
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| We get on the road
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| We forget all the roads that were gone before.
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| Trying to get fast, trying to reach far
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| In so many spaces where is shown what we are.?! |
| «But man is nothing else,
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| but what he makes of himself». |