41 шаббат - Машина еврейского счастья | Текст песни

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Take my breath away I don't need it anyway,
'Cause I'm fine here in my own forgotten world,
Where I can be myself left with the hand I'm dealt,
And it's hard to get a grip when you're holding onto something,
You just let slip away!

All these thoughts stuck in my mind,
Spinning 'round like endless time,
For once in my life,
I do want to feel something you call real,
I don't think that I've got time for these scars to heal,
And the days just go by, leaving questions in my mind,
I guess I'll find the answers some day in another life.

Here with my old friend, the silence in the end,
And it rings so loud that I cannot pretend,
If I just close my eyes and ask a thousand "Why's,"
Will it change or stay the same,
Will it ever go away, the question still remains!

All these thoughts stuck in my mind,
Spinning 'round like endless time,
For once in my life,
I do want to feel something you call real,
I don't think that I've got time for these scars to heal,
And the days just go by, leaving questions in my mind,
I guess I'll find the answers some day in another life.

Warning signs read desolation,
On the road of desperation,
Happiness machines, I'm coming clean,
What can you do for me?

I do want to feel something you call real,
But I don't think that I've got time for these scars to heal,
All the days just go by, leaving questions in my mind,
I guess I'll find the answers some day in another life.

Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah

So here, now I stand,
At the end of a dark road out of hell,
It's not so hard as I depart,
What a way to become a man.

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