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The road up to the past has long been closed And what is that past to me now An echo that just could not keep A bloody slab a bricked up door The crystal clearness of that summer morning Two lines of sulfate sparkled on the glass The same thing happened with that echo As with what happened in my heart I'll take a free ride on a wooden horse That's going round and round and up and down Don't ask me to give up my polish dreams I ought to know just who I am Honey I'm an expert in having fun But it seems to me like you've just had a wake I'll sing all night I'm a loaded gun The rich rise early and the poor sleep late Right doors won't open but the wrong one's do Why waste time waiting just walk on through Take this pill and wash it down I'll bring out the beast in you The road up to the past has long been closed And what is that past to me now An echo that just could not keep From bouncing off a bricked up door From Letras Mania