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Whatever happens I'm leaving
This night I cut the darkness all around with a knife
So much so I know that when the day comes again
It will only be a memory of something I would have had and lost
Wherever I go I'm away
And I ask my hands to stop the beating of my heart
Because my brain can no longer stand the noise
That takes me back to the time when the hours
Me passed read and I get lost
There are streets that at night you can only distinguish by the smell of asphalt
You're not sure you've ever been there
You're not sure you're going back
There are bright streets, voiceless streets and others that are timeless
You're not sure you've been there
You're not sure you're living there
Whatever the distances between two very different and opposite points them
Desperate like missiles fired towards very distant skies
Beyond the galaxies inside a black hole
There are roads that at night you can only distinguish by the smell of asphalt
There there are luminous roads, voiceless roads and others that are timeless
You're not sure if you've been there
You're not sure if you're living there
There are roads that resemble the lives you walk through all at once
You can't understand where you've arrived
But you're sure that you're running now