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I might as well set off to Madrid now |
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And have a shock for a while |
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A train is setting off to the front line |
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Packed a luggage way too heavy for my back |
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A train is setting off to the wild side |
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These books won't make me sneeze once they're packed |
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I might as well set off to the old house |
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All the memories disappearing through the cracks |
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The giants are windmills but I sometimes forget |
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The ground is too dry here and the air is too wet |
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I once was a child |
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I was bathed, combed and fed |
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Now hours are minutes |
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And these feelings are threats |
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The ground is too dry here and the air is too wet |
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I once was a child |
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I was bathed, combed and fed |
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Now hours are minutes |
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And these feelings are threats |
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Giants are windmills |
