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The roads of youth are fading out of sight, |
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I'll just have to remember what I'm not, |
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Never let me doubt that I won't be trapped, |
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The horses in my head, never will be tamed. |
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The city eats you when you fall, |
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But there you'll find poetry ? |
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That reaches only the lame souls, |
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Who falls on the road to be free. |
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Before being a number, I'm a soul, |
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Who tries to grip freedom off the hole, |
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I hope I'll grow wise, I'm still jeopardized, |
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By all the smashing lights, blinding my lone eyes. |
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The city eats you when you fall, |
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But I've find the poetry ? |
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That reaches only the lame souls, |
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Who falls on the road to be free. |
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You try to walk with pride but time is on your back, |
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No matter what you try, Lights will turn into dark, |
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The storm comes real fast, We should take the risk, |
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Before wearing masks, To explore our dreams. |
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The city eats you when you fall, |
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But there you find poetry, |
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That reaches only the lame souls, |
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Who falls on the road to be free... |
