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I am looking through a foreign window at a foreign sky And I can't find a single familiar star I have traveled all the roads from the east to the west Looking back only to see my tracks disappear But if I have a decent pack of cigarettes then perhaps the night is young and things aren't so bad And a ticket for the airplane with a silver-tipped wing leaving nothing but a shadow on the way to the clouds And no one would ever choose guilt over wine. And no one is chosen to deal with the heat Without music, you know, there's no glory in death without the music you perish in bitter defeat