The Wheels Of Sorrow - My Number 812 | Текст песни

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The Way is chosen
We here and now like fish in water
And you can't turn back time everything is the head
Faith from the back of my hand
We will not leave
We will stay engrave
We will not leave
We will not stay still
On the highway disappear here
Swallowing this air you will forget yourself
My number eight one two
There always are the one
Who always disappear
But we will never stop
Rest in the head of fear
On the highway disappear here
Swallowing this air you will forget yourself
This place is our shelter
This place is our destiny
On the highway disappear here
You will forget yourself
On the highway disappear here
Swallowing this air you will forget yourself
My number eight one two
On the highway disappear here
Swallowing this air you will forget yourself
This place is our shelter
This place is our destiny
On the highway disappear here

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