Attack 77 Miscellaneous the sun.
Today we live so much,
Today we die so much.
Watching virtual television in the window on the highway...
Always the same program, the same eyes, the same faces.
On the edge of the suburb the voice of hope,
on the side of the road, it still survives
We arrive at our destination. I dreamed that I was dreaming everything,
the eyes and the faces. I dreamed that I was dreaming everything
and I woke up in the dream of those who are
dreaming on the side of the road.
On the side of the road I still survive.

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