Man without country

Inflammable heart

Man without country
Shoulda' kept my mouth shut from the start
Shoulda' used my head and not my heart
My weakness you know
I'm peeled to the bone
I can't let it go
I live in the past

Now it's all water under the bridge
Bitter as the taste of sour milk
Belief is a hoax
All roads lead to rome
I can't let it go
Inflammable heart

This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shell

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