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In this quiet little place
I can't remember having known a different pace
In this quiet little place
I can surrender to the beauty of its face

And now everything I see
Whether it's an airplane or a tree
It makes me wonder
About the things I must have missed
And the chains around my wrists
They are no longer

In this quiet little place
I can't imagine what it's like to be back home
Where they care about what time it is
And spend their days answering the phone

And now everything I feel
Whether it's fiction or it's real
It's so much clearer
Like the color of this light
It seems more dangerous and bright
But I don't fear her

And slowly it fades, I'm back in the race

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