Cold the night, Dew drips from a leaf to my head. Born without sight, Struggle through this world till you're dead. Under the fog, Drifting to the cliffs below.Across the bog. Lifting up and away we go.
Hell fire in the distance somehow to light my way. Left without desire. Gone and that's how you will stay. Tragic on and off the starting line. Now the winner's circle another positive sign.
Green, golden turn with time. Money now all gone. Green golden, claim it as mine. The blame goes on and on
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