| One forgotten soul on its final way
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| There is no place called home, no place to stay
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| Sinking down on his knees, taking a final breath
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| There is no helping hand, nothing left except his death
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| No one prays, no one cries for him
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| Such a strange mad world, without compassion
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| Another pain — it will hurt me once more
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| Another fight — I am rotten to the core
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| This world is deaf — no ears will hear my cry
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| This world is blind — no eyes will see that I die
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| In your arms, where are you?
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| Who will care about this boy tomorrow?
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| Who will talk to those living in sorrow?
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| All is lost in despair, all is lost and forgotten
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| We seem to leave it behind, we leave it rotten
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| If we are looking for a way to destroy ourselves
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| We can congratulate ourselves 'cause the way we go
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| Is right
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| No one prays, no one cries for him
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| Such a strange mad world, without compassion
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| Another pain — it will hurt me once more
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| Another fight — I am rotten to the core
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| This world is deaf — no ears will hear my cry
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| This world is blind — no eyes will see that I die
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| In your arms, where are you? |