bitter ruin - roaming soul | Текст песни

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• bitter ruin
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Knocked down for the last time
Stood up for the first
I gave you my best days
Y ou gave me your worst

I filled my case with memories, possessions and clothes
I closed the door on all that misery and I step out into the cold

Cause I’ve cut myself free at last
My hands are no longer tied
Cause I’m a roaming soul
Hitchin’ a ride

Black clouds hang above me
I think that it might rain
I turn around and see your shelter but I
I carry on all the same

Cause I’ve cut myself free at last
My hands are no longer tied
Cause I’m a roaming soul
Hitchin’ a ride

And I’m hitchin’ a ride
And I won’t turn back

Cause I’ve cut myself free at last
My hands are no longer tied
Cause I’m a roaming soul
Hitchin’ a ride

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