I spend all my life running
Without to know to where I was running to
Looking for something that give sense to this life
And without realice it I get lost in the way
*You must try before to say I can´t
You must be able to want to see the sky
There´s nothing lost while the try exist*
Along my walk I let black tears behind
And recently when they fell I was able to tell them goodbye
Things that don´t work out as you want are not for you
The only thing you can regret and get sad are of your untries
*Chorus
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