Finally I'm rolling
I packed my bags, met with an old friend
A chain of roads will guide us down deserted squares
I'm on the front seat glowing
Trying harder not to give in
We're strong enough to shake a mountain
The tendency to stumble when we reach our goal
Will show us when to lower
A slight change in weather
The fall seems brighter
Remember when we sat alone together
A slight change in weather
Remember when

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