Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.

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From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.

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uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.

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empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving

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Sleeping in a town
that doesn't exist,
I listen to the music.

Dillo Fenderson

Pain in the toe
driving me mad.
And it's not even my toe.

Dillo Fenderson

Nur wer sich selbst umbringt,
kann sich sicher sein,
da

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Just want to lie down
and wait to die.
It's faster in the snow.

Dillo Fenderson

Crazy like Fitzcarraldo:
Pushing a bike
across the alps.

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Beautiful view
almost ignored
for the path in front of us.

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