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Seeing things from the light above

Feel the heat from below

Trapped again between right and wrong

It’s the same old song

But he will travel through the time

Without losing his mind

Moving far and beyond control

Trying hard not to trip

Picking up all the things he lost

Without losing grip

Recognizing the thing he’s lost

From the family three

Sheds a tear without any doubts

Moving on he’s a mess

But he will travel through the time

Without losing his mind

Moving far and beyond control

Trying hard not to trip

Picking up all the things he lost

Without losing grip

Fighting through the unknown

Never felt so alone

Wishing he wasn’t awake

A dream is easy to fake

Moving far and beyond control

Trying hard not to trip

Picking up all the things he lost

Without losing grip