Under the tracks
You found a place
In outerspace,
Were you don't hurt anymore
Your lovely hand
Has slipped away,
And there is nothing left to say
And we were born
Of yellow sand
There is no plan
There is no end
In outerspace,
Were you don't hurt anymore
Your lovely hand
Has slipped away,
And there is nothing left to say
And we were born
Of yellow sand
There is no plan
There is no end
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