The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere
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The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere
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How many times have you already asked the sky to give you a sign
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Either put it on, or tear it off, again the crucifixion of Christ
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Life is like a bridgehead where fate drills us without interruption
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And all the happy moments have become a showreel here
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You can fit them into the timing of a smoldering cigarette
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You are now a stranger here, and your things are behind the parapet
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There is no living place on the hand from black marks
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Just a few steps to reach the pass
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Hidden somewhere behind the mountain ranges
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This hell around is real, as if filmed in 3D
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Many of Angleterre life is no longer given,
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But we do not slow down, although visibility is at zero
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And everything is new, this cycle will be interrupted only by death
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Few would dare to touch the dashboard here
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The autopilot is on and we, bypassing the radar of happiness
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We rush along the highway to nowhere
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The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere
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The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere
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We live by the principle: we still have time, because there is time
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Although history teaches us a valuable educational program
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We are on the same rake and in the same river
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Loneliness is not a whim when there is no one who is needed
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Your devotion to the first best alternative
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And greed turned your soul into marble slabs
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Too late to retreat, chose the direction - go
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There are a lot of kneeling under the whip without you
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Prisoners of fears that they themselves have nurtured
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The servants will remain servants in the suites of the best hotels
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No matter how much you disguise the plebeians, you won't become blue-blooded
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And the reason for distrust of you is simple
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Here you can’t slip past her checkpoints without paying
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Although luck shines, it is more fragile than pure apatite
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The autopilot is on and we, bypassing the radar of happiness
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We rush along the highway to nowhere
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The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere
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The outline of the road in the cloudy moonlight
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All the lights are left behind and are no longer visible
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Where there were signs, now there is no trace
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We are on the highway to nowhere |