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They call me the disappearer
when they come I've already gone,
Flying I come, flying I go
Quickly, quickly on a lost course
When they hunt me Im not there
When they find me, Im someone else
The one thats always just ahead,
because I've already moved on
They call me the disappearer
The phantom whos never there
They call me the ungrateful,
But that's not the way it is
I carry on me a pain and sorrow,
that doesn't let me breathe,
I carry on me a final sentence,
Thats always pushing me along
They call me the disappearer
The phantom whos never there
They call me the ungrateful
But that's not the way it is
I carry in my body a motor
that's always running and alive
I carry in my soul a destination,
but I never will arrive
When they hunt me, Im not there
When they find me, Im someone else
The one thats always just ahead,
because I've already moved on
when they come I've already gone,
Flying I come, flying I go
Quickly, quickly on a lost course
When they hunt me Im not there
When they find me, Im someone else
The one thats always just ahead,
because I've already moved on
They call me the disappearer
The phantom whos never there
They call me the ungrateful,
But that's not the way it is
I carry on me a pain and sorrow,
that doesn't let me breathe,
I carry on me a final sentence,
Thats always pushing me along
They call me the disappearer
The phantom whos never there
They call me the ungrateful
But that's not the way it is
I carry in my body a motor
that's always running and alive
I carry in my soul a destination,
but I never will arrive
When they hunt me, Im not there
When they find me, Im someone else
The one thats always just ahead,
because I've already moved on
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