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Here is some water for the dead tree... I see your reflection in the dirty water... Dreams and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky Passionate Red The one I loved so much... Ideals being sweeter then candy are just ideals Noone wants the present Point your finger Goodbye I feel love on my forhead at gun point Even the child with the red coat swallows her tears as she faces reality Why? Why? Over and Over It will never heal Why? Why? Over and Over My dead heart... Love, tenderness, freedom and peace. From Letras Mania