Strangers in the past
Hold on, don´t look back
Invisible teardrops on my dying soul
Scream on, puke on
Another Drink, a wicked life
Your hair, your skin
I can´t remember the look in your eyes
Your touch, your voice
The pain dies in the shine of your face
Run away - We´re Strangers in the past
Head up, work hard
nobody tell me what should I think
Play on, game on
Time goes by last Day I´ve died
Show first, show last
And tell me where is the end
No black, no white
All I feel the look of my soul
Run away - We´re Strangers in the past
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