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Sort of like marching The way our feet strike the rhythm to our day I'm keeping time now But I was once having trouble keeping beat Sort of like dying The way we have to say goodbye to memories I got a smile now, though I couldn't be any happier to see that old dog go And above, beyond those towers of steel You can find the limit to where these roads may lead us That glaring sun blinds what we might find But we have got gold glimmering inside That glaring sun blinds these eyes, covering what we might find But we have got gold glimmering inside Potholes along my way, I'm getting tripped up Barriers are in my way, I'm dodging demons So far these scars have reflected The toughest that I have touched But in the distance you can see Great expanses, miles of sea Horizons and a gold sunset No we're not close to done yet. Aus Songtexte Mania