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A million of trees along all the way
Passes leaving a shy salutation
The clock turns three, it reminds me of it
I guess it's time to go
To where have light replacing all the
Insanity
Like merchants on a store
They try to sell our dreams like bread
'Cause all the alleys leads to the same
Place
Where all begins back there
In every station we find all these people
On a hurry to the same fate
We're all standing aside this platform
Just passing by
They buy those tickets so impatiently
Waiting for the start again in life
Clouds in the sky, no sign of airplanes
Crashing down
We're so exhausted, we're watched by TV
No matter how to negotiate our vacancy
Turn off the lights to cross or fade out
Reality
A million of trees along all the way
Passes leaving a shy salutation
The clock turns three, it reminds me of it
'Cause I guess it's time to go
To where have light replacing all the
Insanity
Like merchants on the store
They try to sell our dreams like
