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When I was walking in town |
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This morning after months on the road |
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I thought I'm the memories |
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All I have seen and what I've done |
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This cold just break my bones |
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Why the sun is not strong enough? |
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But the noise in my neighborhood |
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Brought back the heat |
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Brought back the will |
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Telling to my friends |
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Where I went and with who'm I |
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Telling to my friends |
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Wehere I've been |
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My steps on the dancefloor |
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Lit the lights of the nightclub |
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The avenue where I played |
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Was made of bricks from forest plants |
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And vans don't need no fuel to move through |
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The streets bloom |
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When I die, I'll be not aware of who I am |
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But I'm more alive than ever |
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To trace my way |