| [01:03] |
I’m standing at the roadside on the 118 |
| [01:09] |
it’s freezing cold I’m dead tired |
| [01:15] |
a haze lies on the landscape and I’m shivering |
| [01:19] |
and all the falling stars seem to say goodbye |
| [01:25] |
as the rime is gently creeping right over my feet |
| [01:30] |
my eyes are following the white lines on the straightaway street |
| [01:36] |
swear that after the landing and after the pain |
| [01:43] |
I’ll think back of you |
| [01:44] |
every time every time it rains |
| [01:52] |
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| [02:11] |
I hit the road now here on the 118 |
| [02:17] |
it’s freezing cold I’m dead tired |
| [02:22] |
it’s eight thousand miles to where I don’t wanna be |
| [02:27] |
but still I’m leaving and I kind of wonder why |
| [02:33] |
it was a great from the beginning to the closing scene |
| [02:39] |
I count those hundreds of dead flies on the dirty windscreen |
| [02:43] |
you changed my paradigm and aspects |
| [02:46] |
you’re my passport to fame |
| [02:50] |
I’ll think back of you |
| [02:53] |
every time every time it rains |
| [02:59] |
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