| Again on a road to nowhere
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| Spinning in circles
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| So many circles never-ending
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| It’s just another shot at
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| Catching the starlight
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| Catching the colors in the heart
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| It is some kind of monomania
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| No matter how far I go
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| I keep running into myself
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| Every day a solemn prayer
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| Spoken to the god of light
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| To make me on my lonely quest divine
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| I’m the world in which I walk
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| I am the compass to my own Paraiso
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| Weight of mountains on my back
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| But nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
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| The wind is old, so is my heart
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| So young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
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| Somewhere sometime, someplace else
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| A distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
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| Will I find my peace of mind
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| Will I ever learn to grow
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| Will I ever learn to let it go
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| Underneath the Southern Cross
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| Searching for the gilded one
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| Buried in the cradle of my heart
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| I’m the world in which I walk
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| I am the compass to my own Paraiso
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| Weight of mountains on my back
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| But nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
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| The wind is old, so is my heart
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| So young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
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| Somewhere, sometime, someplace else
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| A distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
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| Under a sky of rust I stand alone
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| I’m still counting all hope
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| Don’t let this lucid dream end here
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| Like an object in the rear-view mirror
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| Always closer than it appears
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| This chimera keeps me going
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| Just like a painting in my head
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| Too good to be true
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| Too complete to endure and last
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| No, no, I’ve been here before
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| And I’ve never reached it
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| Cause it’s somewhere that I cannot go |