All those scandals all those wounds, they may not heal Through the years my nervous breakdown grown All my love already died But some lights helped to get on the road again Is my path? All those scandals they wont end All those wounds they may not heal Its at hand the enforsment erased every dream Im sure Ive learned Always one for one, always questions and contradictions Content but obedient... Id rather walk away with nothing Choose my destiny Id rather spread my wings, fly away choose my destiny Walk away, fly away, spread my fings, YEAH!!!
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