Childhood Road Trip

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I enter the car

To see a long road of silence

Slip by in the silver light of the morning

Waking is hard

On a long road of silence

When I pass through the city

Where lights always burn

And peopel are always moving

But I in the car

Can hear nothing but silence

As I slowly cease

To try and awaken

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