domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

A Bad Dream


Why do I have to fly over every town up and down the line? I'll die in the clouds above and you that I defend, I do not love I wake up, it's a bad dream,no one on my side I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting. Guess I'm not the fighting kind Where will I meet my fate? baby I'm a man, I was born to hate,and when will I meet my end? In a better time you could be my friend. I wake up, it's a bad dream no one on my side I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting guess I'm not the fighting kind wouldn't mind it If you were by my side but you're long gone,Yeah you're long gone now . Where do we go? I don't even know. My strange old faceand I'm thinking about those days .

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