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Backstreets on a Sunday night Running from the fear into the wall Crazy thoughts had passed his mind But the seed had yet to bloom Now he's scared to face the thorns of his actions And it goes on and on... First glance then a second look Not too long The third eye chose to stare And it said To go ahead, take a bite, promises And it goes on and on... Chorus: I don't remember innocence It's been so long So far down this winding road I can't remember my way home It's all a cross to you What have I done? Such tainted decisions But now I'm past the point of no return Never to go back Now the seed is sown, the tree is grown, It's all a cross to you From Letras Mania