This never ending song is scratching, scratching my brain
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like a vinyl in desire
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this never ending thought is coming and is gone
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it's traveling on a plane on my way.
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And in a highway too, as if I speak for you and I say
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that you did those things I did in the past, it's true in a truck I do
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keep your stuff in my pocket,
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just like I did with the days we flew.
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This never ending song is coming and is gone
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it's traveling on a plane on my way.
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Gone, play on…
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Gone, Play On
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| Russian Red |
