here we are sneaking around like ghosts, under the bight pale neon light.
start of a brand new day, yet everything is the same.
life is cooling down now and the same picture comes to my mind all the time, yet tomorrow it's going to be a long cold day, longer than the old days, yet a 24 hours day.
riding far away.
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