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go where you want |
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when you know you can change your direction |
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'cause it always arrives |
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but it starts with another intention |
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you could drive for a while |
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but you'll never understand what has happend |
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to the places you left |
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when you weren't paying any attention |
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your eyes go wide in this night you were heading to |
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and the morning surrounding you with its gloom |
|
the trails in the back as a nightly track |
|
your eyes see the better day |
|
you can drive for a while |
|
but you'll never understand what has happend |
|
to the places you left |
|
when you weren't paying any attention |
|
your eyes go wide in this night you were heading to |
|
and the morning surrounding you with its gloom |
|
the trails in the back as a nightly track |
|
your eyes see the better day |
|
go where you want |
|
when you know you can change your direction |
|
'cause it always arrives |
|
when it starts with another intention |
|
your eyes go wide in this night you were heading to |
|
and the morning surrounding you with its gloom |
|
the trails in the back as a nightly track |
|
your eyes see the better day |