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Don’t send me back, don’t send me homeIt’s too full of the ghosts I knowI am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ballI’m at the gates, I wait in hopeFrozen by the eastern coldI was in Berlin, I was on my ownHENGELO I AM SO GLADFOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACKHENGELO I WAS SO SCAREDUP TO MY NECK IN DEBTOH HENGELOWhen waves pull back the seabed showsWhen cash dries up you’re just skin and bonesI was in Berlin, I was on my ownHENGELO I AM SO GLADFOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACKHENGELO I WAS SO SCAREDUP TO MY NECK IN DEBTOH HENGELO From Letras Mania