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The morning light, a treasure for eyes Looks like the windshield's been cleaned on the quiet There's still much to drive There's still a billion miles to bite And I must admit I'm not as fit as I was not long time ago... Being a childish stubborn he-man It seems that I don't understand Won't you believe me? I know what you mean But here it's just my and my dreams The sun goes down, am I wasting my time? Being like a soldier, forgetting to smile There's still much to drive There's still a whole long night aside And I must admit my sleep ain't quiet as it was not long time ago... From Letras Mania