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In the grip of a winter came, love and greedInsane with faith, I took the driving front seatIn the lowlight comfort of Berlin streetsThe calm from emptiness duetted with my body heatI was alone at the front lineThe message I was told was to try and findThe joy of a lifetimeI just can't think of EnglandI can't see the pictureI'm still running from the fire, the fireI just can't think of EnglandI can't see the pictureI'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fireIn the twilight hours of nervous restI bought the beast before believing the threatsIn a foreign field I cut all regretsBut the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up messI was alone for the first timeThe message I was told was to try and findThe joy of a lifetimeLetras de cancionesI just can't think of EnglandI can't see the pictureI'm still running from the fire, the fireI just can't think of EnglandI can't see the pictureI'm still running from the fire, the fireI just can't think of EnglandCan't see the picture(Aaaahh...)Can't see the picture(Aaaahh...)Can't see the picture From Letras Mania