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So you travel around this country/ you're looking for your holy ghostAnd what you're going to find/ is it somewhere you like to hideSO you'll run around your eagle/ you'll run around your gold coastYou know you got the time/ because this prison is our own designSo you're thinking of your future/ your thinking of some old pastAnd it is your time to shine/ so what you gonna go and leave behind?And there is no one to be in with/ and there is nothing left downstairsAnd when you feel despair/ what is your method to get out of there?So where you from son? /And are you a troubled oneAnd if so come under my wingAnd what is your story?/ and is it glory or hate?Because that is the only way I thinkSo you run around this earth top/ you run around your headmouthAnd what you want to find/ is piece of mind/ of which you can't describeAnd is definitely something /and definitely somewhereYou know the signs are thereCall it a fable/ or just be unfairSo where are you from girl?/ And will you paint my world?And if so come under my wingAnd what is your story? / And is it glory or hate?Because that is the only way I think From Letras Mania