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I might as well set off to Madrid nowAnd have a shock for a whileA train is setting off to the front linePacked a luggage way too heavy for my backA train is setting off to the wild sideThese books won't make me sneeze once they're packedI might as well set off to the old houseAll the memories disappearing through the cracksThe giants are windmills but I sometimes forgetThe ground is too dry here and the air is too wetI once was a childI was bathed, combed and fedNow hours are minutes And these feelings are threatsGiants are windmills From Letras Mania