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Every day it hurts me more to break my chest
and yet you can walk if not run
or it would be said that you didn't have much success.

Throwing caution to the wind... so many times
knowing that you fought in vain... many times
playing on nobody's ground... how many times
I hope you feel like...

Crying and then laughing confused
decided because you will achieve it
at least I will know that you are still alive.

Throwing caution to the wind... so many times
knowing that you fought in vain... many times
playing on nobody's ground... how many times
prisoner of nonsense.

Everyone so happy
when they are in their element.

If you want to go back it's your right
joy that everything is yet to be discovered
and I would return but I've already come a long way.

Throwing caution to the wind...

I have the impression
that nobody listens to me
it's another dimension
miserable and unbearable