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If I serve like the daylight As a human appear Outside the carfia Together together We drive away from home In search of meaning Living and breathing Is she alive Is she alive Is she alive Is she alive She said my breath is cold And i took my time Turn around Her life is devine The words on the radio A broken transmission Day on the window I not to finish From near he stands The poor charming type The more of feeling Just like his dreaming Chasing through the rims of believes He crap of some few matter