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Highways and roads
Many concerts, new faces
These days I think of my home
In a hotel without personality
When the night comes
I don't know if I'm hallucinating or it's true
In my dreams I see your light
And your shine of aluminum and glass
Four thirty in the morning
The fog is dense I don't see anything
I'm stuck behind the wheel again
Jimi Hendrix on the radio cassette
At the end of winter
There will be several days of relaxation
But soon we want to return
In search of action and feel the warmth of your people
I'm going to your city
I'm going, today I'm going
I'm going to your city
I'm going, today I'm going
I'm going to your city
Confusion, life is hard
In the mountains of madness
I'm stuck behind the wheel again
Banzai on the radio cassette
When the night comes
No I know if I'm hallucinating or if it's true
The concert is about to begin
I'm going to give myself and feel the warmth of my people
I'm going to your city
I'm going to your city
I'm going, today I'm going
I'm going to your city
I'm going, today I'm going
I'm going to your city
I'm going, today I'm going
I'm going to your city
I'm going, I'm going
I'm going to your city