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When every shortcut takes you farAnd logic makes no senseWe all prefer to see at asA small coincidenceI recognize no way of life that I can call my ownI only see directions pointing towards the unknownBut somewhere someone cross the streetAnd so we meet againWhen every shortcut takes you farAnd logic makes no senseWe all prefer to see at asA small coincidenceThe rocks that smash the boat at nightAnd winds that torture seaThe sound of storms and thunder that creep closer as webreatheAnd as we wish for silent watersNoise floods over usWhen every shortcut takes you farAnd logic makes no senseWe all prefer to see at asA small coincidence From Letras Mania