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Walking
'round this town I realize to be
The shadow of myself the victim of my sins
Sometimes I seem to hear the voice of Jesus Christ
who calls me in that place where every man can fly
Every hole I've made Is a chance I've lost
Is another day In the land of ghosts
I'm living on the street a concrete bed's my fate
The things that gave me joy now have become my jail
all the phantoms of this life are screaming in my mind
Only the needle can deliver me the key
Every hole I've made It's a chance I've lost
It's another day In the land of ghosts
I'm like a convict that is building on his cross
A living man who's sleeping in a bed of worms
I reached the end of time I'm giving my last breath
The gates of life are closed I'm running toward death
Every hole I've made Is a chance I've lost
Is another day In the land of ghosts
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