We run on parallel lines
No time for stopping
We run with goals on our minds
Contempt on our faces
Blind in our restless struggle
Arms stretching toward us
Yet we must pass by
No worries no ties leading nowhere
There'll be time to meet at the horizon
As parallel lines
Parallel lines of the tracks
Chasing wires on phone poles
Broken white lines on highways
Strings on our guitars
Bars on a prison window
These cells have barred windows
Yet open doors
Still we hit in pain against the cold walls
As blind birds who can't find the way out
And take flight
Books, movies, bright magazines
We hang to the story
Heads high in golden air
Nobel causes and glory
Dreams we burn and waste our lives in
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Untill the truth overcomes
And so real life is not as supposed
The story is over the book has beeen closed
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We run on parallel lines
No time for stopping
We run with goals on our minds
Contempt on our faces
Blind in our restless struggle
Arms stretching toward us
Yet we must pass by
No worries no ties leading nowhere
There'll be time to meet at the horizon
As parallel lines
Parallel lines of the tracks
Chasing wires on phone poles
Broken white lines on highways
Strings on our guitars
Bars on a prison window
These cells have barred windows
Yet open doors
Still we hit in pain against the cold walls
As blind birds who can't find the way out
And take flight
Books, movies, bright magazines
We hang to the story
Heads high in golden air
Nobel causes and glory
Dreams we burn and waste our lives in
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Untill the truth overcomes
And so real life is not as supposed
The story is over the book has beeen closed
No time for stopping
We run with goals on our minds
Contempt on our faces
Blind in our restless struggle
Arms stretching toward us
Yet we must pass by
No worries no ties leading nowhere
There'll be time to meet at the horizon
As parallel lines
Parallel lines of the tracks
Chasing wires on phone poles
Broken white lines on highways
Strings on our guitars
Bars on a prison window
These cells have barred windows
Yet open doors
Still we hit in pain against the cold walls
As blind birds who can't find the way out
And take flight
Books, movies, bright magazines
We hang to the story
Heads high in golden air
Nobel causes and glory
Dreams we burn and waste our lives in
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Untill the truth overcomes
And so real life is not as supposed
The story is over the book has beeen closed
Writer: Simona Zanini
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