Bad wounded freedom
Stays before my door
It is comin’ to me from right there
Where a man knows what he lives for
Where “thank you” is said for nothing
Where horizon is always red
Where a people is followed by fortune
And you’re comin’ somewhere out there.
Yeah you’re coming somewhere out there
I saw that in your face
Yeah you’re coming somewhere out there
You are not from this place…
Nowadays love’s not common
That’s the reason why I feel bad
In the night we bury it somewhere
And in the morning we forget…
A light dream will knock in your door
Open it and give him tea
I wish I could be here before
But it’s time to go right now for me
Where “thank you” is said for nothing
Where horizon is always red
Where a people is followed by fortune
And you’re comin’ somewhere out there.
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Bad wounded freedom
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