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INSIDE OF ME

I ain’t got nothing but my name, riding on a silver rain,
I’m not waiting for a sign, inside of me,
Living in my sweet, virgin nursery,
Are there some better ways ?
Maybe pieces of good day

Now, I’ve got to see what’s inside of me, inside of me,
Now I need to feel the wind in front of me, in front of me.

Where is that white and clever place,
Where is the light from outer space ?
All the things that I can see,
It’s not about discovery,
Then I heard, some kind of a friendly voice,
That tolds me "you will have the choice",
And I’ve only myself to blame,
Cause things will never be the same

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