Walking in the summer-rain Space invaders calling But don't you turn around But the years of decay can not stop Bringing me down In these nights of mystery
They give you power They give you beat They've got the spirit The spirit of the street
?????????????????? (calling?) Give me the strength to enjoy
They've got the fire They've got the heat They've got the spirit The spirit of the street
Jesus, I called You And noone was helping To bring back the times to ignore (?) I've done that a few times before
Eyes in that summer-rain Just a kind of deja vu Don't turn around Can't you see that my mind is longing For harmony In these nights of mystery
And don't you ever dare To punish me again Get me out!
Why was I brought way out here? Why wasn't I taken to a city?
In these nights of mystery |
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