He had walked every corner of the world.
He hasn't take one step away from his home.
Is this man's a cowboy really made of imagination?
His friends are made of oldest fine music.
He truly believes he has everything, cause he ain't got time
to wish for something more.
No horse, no house, no babies...
And yet he gets them with every finger, part of his chocolate blood.
He's so afraid to leave the universe.
He safely smiles, since he know his eyes has seen it all
somewhere before this life,
sometime inside another man's shoes.
Should he lose everything
in the very last light
so he can find everything
for the first time again...?
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