Doctor, if my bodys here Then my heart is roaming around eternity. Its on the way to death, to bliss But at this very moment Its being hurt by severe betrayal. When the thought of life is asleep When everything in my body turns silent My heart gets out and goes On a tour of gloomy nights. And then Ive had nothing for lots of years. Everythings given away. So I want my poor body to have at least A light memory of my heart. Im staring into darkness through closed lids And although they have locked up my sight. My memory is pulsating With a star shine on the horizon. And then Ive had nothing for lots of years. Everythings given away. So I want my poor body to have at least A light memory of my heart. Its a life, not death Which is cause me what you called That strange feeling.
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