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The dreamer ends his life elsewhere
A curious fate, the horizons glare
Out of sight he escapes
Into the night
The dreamer sits in Paris town
More Montmartre than Taipei
Lost his mind
On the bazaar of Isfahan
Drunk on the Orient's wind
The sirocco's shifting sand
Now lost in the metro's din
All these streets so grey
Salt in the air, the sea's display
Turn a land far away
Pulling up his roots like yesterday
The dreamer drifts through rehab halls
On silent trips to southern walls
Reason calls but reason falls
Leaving him to roam the halls
Notre Dame's child, eyes so keen
Algeria hides behind his dreams
On the bazaar of Isfahan
Drunk on the Orient's wind
The sirocco's shifting sand
Now lost in the metro's din
All these streets so grey
Salt in the air, the sea's display
Turn a land far away
Pulling up his roots like yesterday
The dreamer of truth, he doesn't care
No one locks him up anywhere
On the bazaar of Isfahan
Drunk on the Orient's wind
The sirocco's shifting sand
Now lost in the metro's din
All these streets so grey
Salt in the air, the sea's display
Turn a land far away
Pulling up his roots like yesterday
Pulling up his roots like yesterday
Pulling up his roots like yesterday