In the grip of the winter came love and greed insane with faith I took the driving front seat in the lowlife comfort of Berlin streets the car from emptiness directed with my body heat
I was alone at the front line the message I was told was the triumph and the joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire the fire
in the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the beast before believing the threat in a foreign field I cut no regrets the poison stories just repeat themselves in a ****** up mess
I was alone for the first time the message I was told was the triumph and the joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire the fire
I just can't think of England Can't see the picture Can't see the picture Can't see the picture |
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