Sometimes I could see a little passage in the century
Sometimes I wanna die like a razor falling from the sky
Donīt tell me a lie about diamonds in the green country
Donīt be afraid if I choose a wWay for me to stay
Walk on and on and on
Picking up the truth thatīs crossing your way
Late at night when I fall asleep
I see an angel falling down to my feet
With broken wings and a cut in his heart
Itīs crippled hands searching for life
Crying out and falling down
Crucified like the lost
Poison in every street in every heart
In every child
Walk on and on and on
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