Tell me the way to your summer
Tell me the turn in the road:
Crossing the June fields,
Paying the old bills
I'll turn and rid of my load.
Tell me the place where you're breathing in
Odors and smells of the storms.
Leaving the stations
I pay attention
I was the man of the norms.
Tell me the way to your future,
Tell me the house I could stay:
In your Tomorrow
Breaking your sorrow -
And I will keep on this way.
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