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His eyes are closed, his face pale asleep On the ground a newspaper reads The blood has spilled again And you just dream, my yellowman Yellowman The angels burn A torch to keep us warm His lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe He spits out the ocean and we dream Like goldfish in a bowl They think we're free Yellowman You're tying rocks to clouds To stay above the crowds The angels burn A torch to keep us warm The blood has spilled again And you just dream Yellowman You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield The angels burn A torch to keep us warm From Letras Mania