| I let my mind run
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| Beyond the edge of my loneliness;
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| I don’t want to accept it;
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| I don’t want to look at the real world
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| I write without ideas: no story to tell
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| And I struggle with my reluctant pen;
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| Which sticks on the paper with mortal ennui
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| And my hand doesn’t seem to move anymore
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| What is happening to me once again?
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| I can’t realize the sense, the sense
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| The movement of this machine;
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| I was wrong wanting to love you again
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| But thinking it over, it wasn’t me who
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| Came back to you
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| My steps echoes on the night’s empty street
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| My legs are carrying me leadlessly: a party?
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| Too many people, pretending to amuse themselves
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| While my steps are running I look for a new dream
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| And maybe it will be just a hologram!
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| And maybe one day the machine will be lit
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| And maybe one day this hologram will come to life
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| And maybe it will give the way to this new dream
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| «Bring me another drink, please.»
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| And slowly, the withdrawal starts;
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| «Don't stare at me like this!
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| You know I can’t stand it.»
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| My look betrays my thoughts
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| But with a little effort I’ll be able to smile
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| What is happening to me once again?
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| Leave me alone, let me fall
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| And don’t stop, and don’t stop my crazy run towards nothing
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| Leave me at this distance where all this doesn’t, doesn’t exist
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| I will return when I have concealed my hologram
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| In the most hidden part of my mind;
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| Where time will never destroy this hue
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| Where time neither exists for you!
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| The withdrawal is delaying
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| I want to switch it off;
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| I want to stop this fucking machine;
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| …waiting for better times
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| Where are you? |
| Where do you hide?
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| But in the end, what do I really want?
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| A last hologram, just the last one
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| And then, I promise! |
| I’ll look for another dream!!! |