Turn the key, close the door
Ignore the bad taste in your mouth
Now it's on you, don’t look in the mirror
You inhale a sense of pleasure in high density

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Full speed, half sight
Restricted view, almost blind, blurred vision
Short life, hard fight
At least I can say, I died while trying

Walk the streets, concentrate
And catch some raindrops with your mouth
Do up the veltro of your double layer jacket
And a chill breeze blows outside thank god that winter's near

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And when we joins the train to no-man's land
The city lights decrease in size
He realize, he has left the roads
The roads he really hates the most

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