There`s no place to I belong in
Here`s nobody to I belong
No one there for keep me strong in
No one here I could say hold on
Hope I`ll see my road is turning
One of strange and misty morn
And I`ll find for whom I yearning
And I`ll find the home I yearn
So I keep my lonely riding
So until - I gonna run
So until - I keep on hiding
My two crowns – of king and clown
My two crowns
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