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while counting cars I realize
I'll never reach the steering wheel
a natural born passenger
telling tales is my part of the deal
then I cry - 'cause it will relieve my pain
and I try - to hold my breath and fight it down again
lying on a worn-out blanket
at a city graveyard's rotten spot
staring in the glaring sun
the wind carries the wisdom of the dead
their souls are whispering to me
we're all born with a loaded debit card
never waste your time account
but share it with the ones who touch your heart _____ \\
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