all starts with the message (the "subtitle", as my grandfather calls it) for my brother on MSN.
And now I can not hear out of my head and I have as soon as possible!
Lazy, slowly gone insane
But can not rest need to stay
Sliding over quicksand
Hoping not to get into it
I survive I do not live
I wont rest my mind
The pulse is getting tight
Because I know I need to move on
Traveling I can not stop the time
Million miles and more to go
To spread a sail to follow a way
I'll be there and to back away
And now I can not hear out of my head and I have as soon as possible!
Lazy, slowly gone insane
But can not rest need to stay
Sliding over quicksand
Hoping not to get into it
I survive I do not live
I wont rest my mind
The pulse is getting tight
Because I know I need to move on
Traveling I can not stop the time
Million miles and more to go
To spread a sail to follow a way
I'll be there and to back away
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