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Wasting the down
been runnin' away so long
from the day into the strange night of stone
to fade away
as the light is gently bleedin' out of my soul
penetratin' the evening as i ride on this endless road
but you can't turn back the time
it always gonna wait on the line
some may wish never to be born
wastin' the dawn
like a rose growin' from the christ's thorn
wastin' the dawn
been waitin' for you so long
little bird of prey
to fly me higher to the brighter day
where the lizard lingers long under the sun
forgettin' the night darkest july paris '71
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
