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Where can I go,
If there is noone who can blaze a trail?
What more can I see,
If my eyes are too tired to watch the sunset?
Why I have to die to feel again that I'm alive ?

Who is my friend in wicked crowds?
They're eating lies.
What more can I hear,
If peoples quarrels made me deaf?
They has no conscience,
They are a poison in the air I breathe.
Who is my friend in wicked crowds?
They're eating lies.
What more can I hear,
If peoples quarrels made me deaf?
They has no conscience,
They are a poison in the air I breathe.

It's a day dream,
Cause sleep will be a penance.
Too much leeches in my head,
Left there grief and lament.
Too much things to do
But I have not enough strength.
My body is a wreck,
I've got too much faults in my hands.
I need a guard,
It's too much tongues in my ears.
My past is the poison in the air that I breathe.

If on this world you'll find the one,
Who is not a liar,
Paint a cross on his brow
And show me that I was wrong.
You are mine.
You swallow pain which make me sick.
Just stay close.
Be cleaner for the air I breathe.
If on this world you'll find the one,
Who is not a liar,
Paint a cross on his brow
And show me that I was wrong.
You are mine.
You swallow pain which make me sick.
Just stay close.
Be cleaner for the air I breathe.


Please, protect me from perversion
Of the world we live.
Never go away,
Be cleaner for the air I breathe.

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