I look out to stop his fall
Beside the ghost of the voice below
I still watch my back to stay alive
I try to get across with their eyes
Boundaries of my mind, I’m wipin’ out
Besides him, an army is coming down
I still see him at the same crossroad
Seems somebody brings back the rope
He looks behind his back to stay alone
My pillbox is full of hopes
My brain seems full of loves
Inside me, an army is falling down
I WAS BORN ON A FRIDAY NIGHT
STILL SO CLOSE TO THEN
I AM BURNING IN A SUMMER LIGHT
MY DREAMS ARE WASTING AWAY
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