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It's my broken voice that welcomes you
Welcome to this world that hardly turns

You will see the crowd getting near to your place
Trying to sell death Instead of love

They'll steal your soul
They'll steal your heart
In this mess that we call the world
It is true, you will hear lies
You will grow up
With sweat and

Once you get old you will wish
That a red ball of fire takes it all
The colours of the fire
Dancing in the night time

You won't know the ways to find a home
Following the signs the roads seems iced

I can't answer you where to go in winter
Summer will arrive and I'll still can't

They'll steal your soul
They'll steal your heart
In this mess that we call the world
It is true, you will hear lies
You will grow up
With sweat and

Once you get old you will wish
That a red ball of fire takes it all
The colours of the fire
Dancing in the night time

You will find your home where
Everybody loves you,
Everybody wants you near
Around
You will find your home where
Everybody loves you,
Everybody wants you near
Around

Once you get old you will wish
That a red ball of fire takes it all
The colours of the fire
Dancing in the night time
Once you get old you will wish
That a red ball of fire takes it all
The colours of the fire
Dancing in the night time

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