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Dying Is Traveling

Now the windmills grinds to a halt
The cranes on the harbour rest askance
In the sky are swans from salt
Scooters in the suburbs puts pedal to the metal
 
People queing on E45
Gets out of their cars, what can they do?
From a radio you can hear a song
The sun becomes so red and the shadows so long
 
And I don't know what to look for
If there's nothing to see
 
But I hope that dying is traveling
Oh oh uh uh uh uhh
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
And I believe that tears can weld
Oh oh uh uh uh uhh
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
 
An old [?] out the windshield home
That it's a runway appearing
Not just one, there would have to be two
It fills me up like a bridge
 
Cause we're moving in something so tence
We're moving and can't make it stop
And the day would come where we say fareweel to our body
And the sun sets not to rise
 
And I don't know if I could sleep for eternity
 
But I hope that dying is traveling
Oh oh uh uh uh uhh
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
And I believe that the tears can weld
Oh oh uh uh uh uhh
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
 
Who was the first?
Who is next?
 
Who was the first?
Who is next?
Who was the first?
Who is next?
 
But I hope that dying is traveling
Oh oh uh uh uh uhh
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
Now the windmills grinds to a halt
 


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