Place Called Home - Son of a Mad Man | Текст песни

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I cant I cant I cant see the Forest for the trees
and I, I struggle to breathe
my wings are broke and time wont heal
my wings are broke and time wont heal
i flew towards the sun
my plastic wings my plastic wings
I flew straight towards the sun
my plastic wings my plastic wings
I flew straight towards the sun
on the day that i fell

this feather in my hand
wont bring me luck
i try to move through the door
but it wont open up

(We live in shadow graves our hearts cant be saved)

were born into death
raised on the shadow of hope
grow up to find there's no dreams of any kind.