Anadel - Vers Le Sud | Текст песни

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Cold, cold morning
The birds fly South
Cold, cold fear
Bitter taste in my mouth

I wish that I could leave this ground
I wish that I could break free
I wish my life was in perfect formation
Flying South to the sea

Cold, cold water
It numbs me to the bone
So I can't feel the emptiness
when I am all alone

I wish that I could leave this ground
I wish that I could break free
I wish my life was in perfect formation
Flying South to the sea

So I'd leave this soul behind
Yeah, I'd leave this soul behind
And I'd stand tall with my head held high
And leave this all behind

Birds of a feather
were gathered to hear
The words of the prophets
but it's like poison in my ears

I wish that I could leave this ground
I wish that I could break free
I wish my life was in perfect formation
Flying South to the sea
Flying South to the sea
Flying South to the sea

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