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To Live & To Leave
04:21
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Our days are numbered, but it's all in our hands
And everybody's leaving, while I swing my life away
It's not so easy to fold these lines
When everyday you might see your last sunrise
But you keep telling your friends you just fine
Though it may cost you life
Just bring me back my days of summer
When we were young and proud
Just give me back my hopes and daydreams
We'll scream it out loud
Take all your chances, don't waste a moments of your life
Believe in better ways and after that you will feel alive
It's not so easy to break away, when it takes so much strength to stay
You have a power to light up your way so sing along, hey-hey
Just bring me back my days of summer
When we were young and proud
Just give me back my hopes and daydreams
We'll scream it out loud
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Mary Ann
03:24
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I've been roaming along the riverside trees
Bridges and walls, oceans and hills
I've seen many faces in South and North
But no one could tell, oh, was it worth
I've been traveling so far away, oh Mary Ann
I had covered my head with ice and snow
It's been a hard times, but only thing I know
No weather can stop me, neither hurricane, nor storm
Wherever the road goes, I'll find my way home
I am walking back on my traces, oh Mary Ann
I know there's emptiness on your mailbox
Believe me I'm hurrying through mountings and rocks
And when I'll reach you, looking forward for this day
Your arms and your lips will melt me away
I've been waiting so long to hold you, oh Mary Ann
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Treasure Stone
04:39
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I was lost in the woods
I was trying to find myself
Without a compass, without a map
I was lost, crying for help
Or maybe I don't want to be found
Like a treasure stone, that lies under ground
Or maybe I want to be alone
Or maybe I am ...
I have seen better days
I have walked my own wasted ways
Without a compass, without a map
Maybe one day you'll understand
Or maybe I don't want to be found
Like a treasure stone, that lies under ground
Or maybe I want to be alone
Or maybe I am a treasure stone
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Raven's Choir
04:24
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I was raised by the howling wolves
And a moonlight silence was my lullaby
I have met a girl with a vixen' eyes
And we couldn't find a place to feed her appetite
And I'm asking you for water in this wasteland
And I'm asking you for water in this wasteland
I have met an old man with a heart so cold
In a land, where a smile was a price of gold
I have seen a beauty of a mountain heights
And I've been talking to the fire 'till the morning light
So I'm wanting to feed me with your nightmares
So I'm wanting to feed me with your nightmares
I have walked with a Northern wind
Through the houses burned and the churches doomed
I was trying to count down my days
Until Death came in to have a dance
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