A man, he can't "make it" all alone,
So people flock and make city nests
People regret they never can fly
Up in the skies like birds.
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Every man is in search for a place
Where he could live through harsh winter days.
I'm sorry, mama, it's a dream, nothing more.
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There was no use of waiting in vain,
Waiting and painting the world black and white.
There was no use in guessing again,
What's the thing that has parted us.
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Sweetie, where have you been that day,
When the joy of my life has come so close:
Gave a big smile, and then just passed me by.
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Turn around ye, turn around ye.
Turn around and pierce me through, like a red line.
I know neither who be ye, nor what is your cross to bear.
Turn around ye, it's me.
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Wind batters down my door again,
And solitude gets in through the cracks.
I ask myself "why me", simple question,
But I have no answer for that.
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What's in store next? No one really cares,
Maybe we're all just targets for someone.
Better turn back, there's just no way beyond.
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Turn around ye, turn around ye.
Turn around and pierce me through, like a red line.
I know neither who be ye, nor what is your cross to bear.
Turn around ye, it's me.
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Turn around ye, turn around ye.
Turn around and pierce me through, like a red line.
I know neither who be ye, nor what is your cross to bear.
Turn around ye, it's me
