Late at night Coming home after a hard day And no one knows again Whats going inside my head Streets are jammed Still long hours till Im there Look trough thw window, its all the same Theres no one who seems to care No one will ask me what is going on Theres no such place like home Im only safe when Im alone Fly when the tears of joy I cry Im blind with open eyes and Far awat, in another land I read my sense in life Fly with the wings of freedom I ... And on my fall I rid myself of chains That would hold me back to rise to My peace inside One more day I get up in the morning again Work for a name without a face In this stone jungle that I live Everyday I do what doesnt matter to me There is a small plant on my desk Im gonna take it and run away The boss will ask me what is going on Just get your work done He wont miss me when Im gone Fly when the tears of joy I cry Im blind with open eyes and Far awat, in another land I read my sense in life Fly with the wings of freedom I ... And on my fall I rid myself of chains That would hold me back to rise to My peace inside
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