It's been a long day at the bottom of the hill,
she died of a broken heart.
She told me I was living in the past,
drinking from a broken glass.
I'm alone (I never wanna be alone),
now I turn to face the cold.
I'm alone (I never wanna be alone),
now I turn to travel home.
I walked down to the other end of the day,
just to catch those last few waves.
I held out my hand and slowly waved goodbye,
I turned now my eyes up to the sky.
She'll come back to me.
She'll come back to me.
All alone in this misery.
She'll come back to me.
I held out my hands into the light and I watched it die,
I know that I was part to blame.
My god, my time to die.
Never want to spend my life alone
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Hace 12 años
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