I
I cannot play the role I used to play
I don’t know where to go or how to stay
I thought I’ll find the Promise Land in May
But still I seem to throw my life away
Chorus
Reach me with your healing hands
Teach me how to make amends
Give me strength so I could see
And hide the gun from me
II
There were so many roads that I could take
But after all my life seems such a fake
It’s all a kind of burning on the stake
I don’t know how much longer I can take
Chorus
Hide the gun from me
© Copyright: Теамата, 2008
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