Gloomy way that you will go Being colored like the snow Feel like baby in your arms Hardly spreading all your charms Old man suffers from the pain He has nothing more to gain All his thoughts are over-bored Manic, panic, self-assured No more concealing No more delaying You'll have to go Come to my life where angels fly Come to my dreams here there's no cry Fall to the hole fall like the snow Come to my dream cut from the stone When your naked soul appears Getting inside through your tears Innocence will run away From your mind but I will stay And the city of my life Will be living through the night You will pay your debts to me You will come and you will see No more concealing No more delaying You'll have to go Come to my life where angels fly Come to my dreams here there's no cry Fall to the hole fall like the snow Come to my dream cut from the stone
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