That’s what I want.
Gigs.
People.
Plain motels.
Strong experiences,Unconfortable beds.
True friends.
Us.
I feel it every time At five a.m.
It’s hard to explain.
The strength it gives us.
Every day, something that seems always new.
I would not stop myself anymore.
It opened my eyes,It let my soul Come outside my time.
Speaking the language of freedom.
The only one it knows, the same I speak every day.
Yeah!
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