Open the doors, break the windows
Let the fresh air breeze into you
Life will be a sleeping volcano forever
If its bricks are routines and rituals
Everyday you walk the same way home
Everyday the same traffic lights
The same street names, same shops
It might take longer a bit, a bit harder
Strange will be the new paths, different
A simple way to shake off the dried mud
Open a new door everyday
Try something different
Something that smells sweet
Something that will wake it up
The sleeping volcano I mean
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