When your wings are torn The distance between right and wrong is too short And it feels you got nothing left to lose Sky above falling down You feel abused
And I don’t want it no I don’t want it This endless mile that we are walking Waiting for one last shot to come in But we need it Somehow we need it This unknown that we’re suffering for Losing hold of what we were before
Where’s the mercy? When we need it the most When we can’t hold on I’ll be ok I’ll be alright Nothing can brake me down No one can hurt me
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