A lonesome man on the subway,
Reading a book of dreams.
Live to fight another day!
Life is not what it seems.
You move in the shadows,
A fallen angel of love.
Farewell to sunny meadows,
Heart is beating, a wounded dove.
You roll down.
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is worse than *******
Women with wild black eyes
Overshadow your weak mind.
You will never know paradise,
You have left it behind.
There’s no need to hurry.
There is no story to tell.
And your smile is somehow blurry.
This road leads straight to hell
You roll down.
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is worse than *******
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
A lonesome man on the subway,
Reading a book of dreams.
Live to fight another day!
Life is not what it seems.
You move in the shadows,
A fallen angel of love.
Farewell to sunny meadows,
Heart is beating, a wounded dove.
You roll down.
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is worse than *******
Women with wild black eyes
Overshadow your weak mind.
You will never know paradise,
You have left it behind.
There’s no need to hurry.
There is no story to tell.
And your smile is somehow blurry.
This road leads straight to hell
You roll down.
What’s happening in your brain?
Your mind's an empty town.
And love is worse than *******
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