The streets we walk
Life on television, the air we breathe
Once again I hear your voice through the audiorama
The afternoons in the summer
Running under the sun, lost in the sand
Teleporting the two of us by car
It's going to be day, and you won't arrive
It's going to be night, and no one knows where you are
The camera goes off
I move towards you the water that refreshes us
Again I hear your voice through the audiorama
Your voice saying
It's going to be daytime, and you won't arrive
It's going to be at night and no one knows where
It's going to be daytime, and you won't arrive
It's going to be night and no one knows where you are
I listen to the audiorama again

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