When you struggle for your life
Thinkin' this day a nice day to die
Who is he, for whom you pray
Who gives love to you every day
We can remember so many birthdays
But who will remember your last days
We can remember many dead heroes
But nobody knows your stories
Thinkin' this day a nice day to die
Who is he, for whom you pray
Who gives love to you every day
We can remember so many birthdays
But who will remember your last days
We can remember many dead heroes
But nobody knows your stories
They've got the power and you've got the pain
No more chance to live here 'cause you can never give it
Somebody stands at the door
And asks: will you need a guide
But I don't go in, sorry
I know heaven is not mine
Don't ask me anything
Then I won't lie to you
And don't try to understand me
Because I can't understand you
They got the power and I've got the pain
No more chance to live here 'cause I can never give it
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