I play the song of the trails
life lives on crossroads
i can see the swamps
glad i m out of the mud
shifting realities over conscious
i m a tourist, i feel outsider
that is a realization
that white car a mirror in the dark
touched just the surface
dead cat smell on my nostrils
yeah sure i m heading out of here
Thanks for the buzz
all in the shire
made surely an impression
a forgotten way of life
all that folks
what kind of lozanghes are you taking matey?
not sure the way out,
more sure the way in now
and i m gone, i m out...
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