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Wings Of God

No one can find me

Here in my soul

Kicking and screaming

Out of control

Calm myself down

Nobody knows

No one can find me

Here in my soul

Hooked on your problems

Do I know why

And if you come my way again

Would I lend you a hand

Would I understand

Solitude was never seen as loneliness

And things need time

And time leads to other things

And playing roles

Which are limited

By the poor fund of knowledge

In this sick, sick world

We all fall down

Once in a while

Escaping the law of the unexplained pains


Wings Of God / Anathema

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