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Left avalon when the moon had turned red
Crashed in my bed , must have hurt my head
Cause i feels like it´s already to submerge
With the shades of gray

When i open my eyes , the sun tries to bust in
If you drinking enough , you only get thirsty
I cant really move until the headache is passing away

I´ve been sent to this country that no one heard about
To satisfy your needs of torture and murder
They have a crazy dictator who´s counting what he´s got
A radical guerilla who´s fighting for the cause they forgot
Won´t someone show me mercy

I´ve been shot at and beaten can you tell me what for
I´m not part of their foney war
They always kill the bartender at my favourite cantina
Just when i have thought them to make a decent dry martini
Won´t someone show me mercy

I went here with a dream
A ambitions for myself
All that i´ve completed
Was running my health

What am i doing here , if there´s a place for me
I´m not there

I wanted to write a book
That would be remembered when i´m gone
When i´m gone
Now i´m sending short messages
On the telephone

What am i doing here
If there´s a place for me , i´m not there. . . .