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I have seen a thousand dreams |
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Believe me they were real |
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I have touched the skys in foreign lands |
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It seemed as if they were friends of mine |
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Do they belong to me ? |
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I made my days with hands embraced |
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While shadows cover the way I go |
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To get the choice to choose my place |
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Reminds me of what my father said : |
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"You don't belong to me" |
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Do I belong somewhere at all ? |
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How many roads how many dreams |
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Led into the night ? |
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It's getting so hard to find! |
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End of a mile - the start of a new |
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No one is immune |
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To the longing for other lands |
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It's an odyssey it's my own desire |
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Do I have roots to return to ? |
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Certain skys and secret ways |
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All the things we don't understand |
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We waste our lives and sell our dreams |
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But were we do belong I don't know |
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Do they belong to me ? |
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How many roads how many dreams |
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Led into the night ? |
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It's getting so hard to find! |
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End of a mile - the start of a new |
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No one is immune |
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To the longing for other lands |
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It's an odyssey it's my own desire |
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Tell me where I do belong ... |
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How many roads how many dreams |
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Discover the truth and bury the lies |
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It's not the same to be where your roots are |
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Or just anywhere |
