Look at the awaked he returns
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On his rocking boat, reaches the shore
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Slowly everything comes together
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And the thread becomes thinner
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A delicate spider web
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Which would spin dreams
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But now a little movement
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And it’s complete, torn apart, the end
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Now that my boat has left me here
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I look where I am sleepy
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There’s a chair front of the bed
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Beyond the windows, rooftops
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The sunlight plows on my face
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A radio is on, I’m listening
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Then I rise up
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My steps are driven by habit
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I’m stepping forward
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Already walking outside
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Vanished dreams farewell
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Good morning people!
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The light waits outside
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New hopes invite
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Drives me that I can overcome
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Good morning people!
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Cylinders with roaring endless blare
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Clanking constantly, night and day
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What could it be? |
They call it miracle mill
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I believe I know its secret well
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Do you know what matters in the mill?
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The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
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How many times I’ve tried
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Still it was stronger than I was
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But tomorrow I would start again
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Rushing through a meadow with flower scent
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Once upon a time I lived so happily
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On my way I got to the miracle mill
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Something sad happened to me here
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Do you know what matters at the mill?
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The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
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How many times I’ve tried
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Still it was stronger than I was
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But tomorrow I would start again
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Cylinders with roaring endless blare
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Clanking, I can hear night and day
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I can go whether to north or south
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They live in miracle mill alike
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Don’t forget what matters in the mill
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The cylinders that break the whole into pieces
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How many times I’ve tried
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Still it was stronger than I was
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But tomorrow I would start again
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It’s evening, lamp gleams on the street
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Above the sky extinguished
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The house retired to rest
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Only the landlord is awake
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So people wonder about that
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Tired, sleepy
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At home would be nice by now
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Outside the night is so deserted
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The gray walls of houses are dreaming
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Marvelous, silvery dreams
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The silence escorts us
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It runs far than returns
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All things snuggle up
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Houses, trees
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The world sleeps, perhaps even sees a dream
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Than let us go on quietly
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On this morning the world is different somehow
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Wobbles the trolley, bored of being empty
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Harsh alarm clocks don’t make a sound
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I can even lie until noontime
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Some get on he bus, ride out beyond the city
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Some in cars, on motor cycles speed wildly
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Some repairs them until the evening
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Yet they will not start
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Some dig a hole, build up walls alone
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Some loose money, some sink into bathtub
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Many listen to the news
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A gentleman upstairs plays the violin
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The girl spoke cuddling up next me
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It is late already my dear
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Tomorrow again work waits for us
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I need to go now I believe
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I spoke also while holding her
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It’s so nice when you’re here my dear
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No day or hour matters much
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Hold me more my love
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Some are restless and start searching for themselves
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Some understand nothing, to them the world isn’t despair
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The city falls into dream
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Tomorrow everything will carry on |