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I write this song in memory of
The wayward smile
The boy we won’t forget
The soul you took away from us
The river flows
The tears that we wept
вэйк ми апI should ink my skin with your name
And take my passport out again
And just replace it
See I could do without a tan
On my left hand,
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
And I should run you a hot bath
Fill it up with bubbles
Вэйфаринг СтраджерI am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
And there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
And I'm going there
To see my mother
And I'm going there
загарYou’re not her
Though I try to see you differently
I tow the line
You see, I’m searching for what used to be mine
I saw your eyes
And then I saw her staring back at me
And I will try to find another one
Who suited me as well as her
кошмарыYou told me you could only dream when you fell asleep,
But now I’m walking to achieve, it seems…that I never see.
…that I call them…
I won’t let them live and I had the same feeling since…
But I wasn’t ready…
Now I’m in the magazines almost every week,
Cause I’m getting heat like in Tenerife,
…as it’s never been
СтраданиеWell, I've walked this street
Well, I've walked this street before
And everyone's locked up their door
'Cos they heard me coming
And I've been running
From what
I don't know if she's there
Or if she's cares