All the postcards

The unknown

All the postcards
How can you tell me who I am
That's something I've been wondering
Deep inside my heart

Since I was young I've lived to see
Dying heroes, fake beliefs around here
And I'm not ashamed to tell you all that

I know that maybe someday
I'll regret these words I say
But that's what I do here

No matter what they tell you about me
I'm not the kind of fool who worships

Don't even think about telling me your certainties
I know that being sure of something makes a door closes for me
All my heart is full of hope and my hands have strength enough
To fight for the unknown
The unknown
The unknown

I'm not the kind of fool who worship
Anything
I'm not the kind of fool who worship
Anything

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