Return of The Voice - текст песни
Return of The Voice
Now I'm grow in many doubts Cheerful weakness forced me on From the highest place in space ? dogs don't take away my face Rushing in surrounding me Asking for reason praise of me ? alive steals life from death Only in ? knowlege ways will die my final breath
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