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Somewhere

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.10.2012

Wake up the world is yours
Get lost, find a new course
I'm gone, it's easier to close the door
I thought I loved it but my heart can't take it no more

Stand up, blindfold your eyes
You'll see, you'll be surprised
For too long I've been the same
Time to explore
I thought I loved it but my heart can't take it no more

I'm on the road that leads me nowhere
Shattered but I don't care
I know the truth awaits me out there
Don't try to reach I've gone somewhere

Too late my time is up
And I know, you'll never give up
Always
Until the end
You'll be my friend

I must admit it that my heart can't take no
I can't deny it and I cannot fake no
I'm sick and tired and I just can't wait no more, no more

I know it's gonna change

I'm on the road that leads me nowhere
Shattered but I don't care
I know the strom awaits me out there
Don't try to reach I've gone somewhere


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