Private world, moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Echoes of an empty room
Assassin at the window below
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends, leave him alone
Calling, calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage that could find itself true
Private world, moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Center of a scene
Where a man lies dying in the sun
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends, can't leave him alone
Calling, calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage that could find itself true
Calling, calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage that could find itself true
Private world, moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly

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