-О себе
Come and hold my hand
I want to contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand
I scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming
I just want to feel real love
In the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste...[R.W.]
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