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They are on top. They hold the lives in hands. They are the Masters, so they know what's better. But still we hear the screams of sudden deaths And still we burn the undelivered letters.
He was friendly and nice and his face was so cute, But he burned to the ashes, his bullets were shoot.
I'm watching the tide once again on the shore I'm trying to follow the wave I've tried to relax and i've tried to ignore But still I have troubles to save.
Every morning looks the same - Start the day and start the game: Put on smile and hide yourself, Lock the soul on highest shelf.
I saw the rabbit running And shouting "I'm late". This was not even funny When he had ruined the gate. His ears were long and scary, He jumped over the hedge.
It did cut my life into slices. Strange pieces of feelings and thoughts. It did not allow compromises. And stop either do's or do not's. And noone could stand all its powers.
I wonder if white polar bears The masters of winter and ice Have nightmares of horror and scares Converting them into white mice.
I have no sense of humor any more. They told me I was wrong, when I was smiling.
Three local lads from Dublin south Were sailing through the creek One was white haired and his mouth Was closed for words to leak, Another one was deaf as goat, He shouted all day long, And blind...
Here you are, again, my friend, Running from your fate. Life is challenging ahead, Run - or you'll be late. Fate is blind. It moves so fast. It will catch your toes.
Who knows what future want to give. Who knows what should it cost. Whether you’ll be goddamned to live Or blessed with your sins lost. Where you will stay and who you’ll pray How lonely you will feel.
Enjoy the sunshine in your heart - It is the only sun.
"Take care yourself, farewell and good bye!" "We never will miss you, my friend!" "You were out of sync.
I am sailing away, from the Harbor of Dreams, Leaving everything back at its place. Life was never the story that runs as it seems, It's my choice to abandon the race.