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In the gBmrip of a winter came, lovAe and greed Insane wEith faith, I took the drGiving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat I was alBmone at the fronAt line The messEage I was told was to trGy and find The joy of a lifetime I just Bmcan't think of England I can'tA see the picture Im stilEl running from the fGire, the fire
I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the beast before believing the threats In a foreign field I cut all regrets But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess I was alone for the first time The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire