Bethrayer - Better Times | Текст песни

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The gates have been closed
A doubtful being turned away
Our souls are clean
Finally, we are ourselves
So, take my hand,
press it and tell me
So, take my hand,
that together we will cope with it

Let's get rid of the past
Don't let boredom
to eat us up and finally
don't knock at death's door

Away, go away with the past
Away, go away with the tears
Away, go away with the pain
Please, please, please, please...

I give myself over to you
You are my saviour
I wanna lead my life with you
Maybe luck is on your side

So, take my hand,
press it and tell me
So, take my hand,
that together we will cope with it

Let's get rid of the past
Don't let boredom
to eat us up and finally
don't knock at death's door

Away, go away with the past
Away, go away with the tears
Away, go away with the pain
Please, please, please, please...

Please...

I wanna live again
I know what's about
I wanna smile without tears

Please, please, please, please...

I wanna live again
I know what's about
I wanna smile without tears

Please, please, please... don't let me down

Away, go away with the past
Away, go away with the tears
Away, go away with the pain
Please, please, please, please...

Away, go away with the past
Away, go away with the tears
Away, go away with the pain
Please, please, please, please...

don't let me down

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