Слова:
Sense Field Memory

a memory And when I'm free, you're nothing but a memory And when I'm free, you're nothing but a memory I hope my memory fades, I hope my memory fades

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out the deck and asked me How I'd ever gotten this far? I was born by the sea of misfortune I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck Through the drought ravaged fields

rise I have ridden each tide From the gates of the city Where the first born died And I might have been queen I remember the girl in the fields with

in Heaven one day And I promise the memories will stay Meet you in heaven again With my body, my soul and some plans The circle of life has mysterious fields

for war You feel the pain no longer, daylight, your heart grows stronger Don't even sense the burning hunger inside Ride out with force and valor in memory

Safe inside still immortal my memories have no skies standing on chalk angels drawn in sidewalks building cities in dirt nothing ever made sense pressed

Of Santo Domingo The streets are still, there's silence in the hills The town is sleeping And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn The fields they

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