This never ending song, is scraching, scraching my brain like a vinyl in desire this never ending thought is coming and is gone it's travelling, on a plane on my way. And in a highway too, as if I speak for you and I say that you did those things I did in the past, it's true and in a highway too, in a truck I do keep your stuff in my pocket, just like I did with the days we flew. This never ending thought is coming and is gone it's travelling, on a plane on my way. This never ending song is coming and is gone it's travelling, on a plane on my way. Gone, play on Gone, play on Gone, play on Gone, play on ...
never ending
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