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A. Callier
We can go up north
But we can not run from
All the daily pressure
All restricted measures

Do you still want more
Intriguing things to explore

We can hide down south
But we shouldn't doubt
Our imagination

It's the drug we're on
I've got to ask you

Do you still want more
Intriguing things to adore

All the lights go out
Out of the blue
I hear you whisper subtle words