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Broken-winged

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He's staying awake at night, one wing down on the ground
He's staying awake at night, wondering why happiness seems to avoid him
With words, he's painting his feelings on the paper
With words, he's painting something he wishes for an answer to
He wishes for someone to find this question:
 
Hey, are there others like me
Lost in this world
Wandering on this cold ground
Broken-winged?
Hey, are there others like me
Fallen angels?
Now I'm just here all alone
Waiting for someone like me
Broken-winged
 
The lonely mind recalls memories
It creates a sight of smile on his face
He's still trusting, his fortune might still turn
He's trusting to find an answer somewhere
He knows someone will find this question:
 
Hey, are there others like me
Lost in this world
Wandering on this cold ground
Broken-winged?
Hey, are there others like me
Fallen angels?
Now I'm just here all alone
Waiting for someone like me
Broken-winged
 
Hey, are there others like me
Lost in this world
Wandering on this cold ground
Broken-winged?
Hey, are there others like me
Fallen angels?
Now I'm just here all alone
Waiting for someone like me
 
Hey, are there others like me
Lost in this world
Broken-winged?
Hey, are there others like me
Fallen angels?
Now I'm just here all alone
Waiting for someone like me
Broken-winged
 

Don't Cling To My Wings

I don't see any sense in this anymore
Just pretty sentences that go around
Yes, you speak but you're not saying anything to me
 
You are beautiful, 'You're ugly!' I say
I dig my grave and plea for your grudge
I speak about how I will yet rise today
 
This is the last time I'll get angry
Tomorrow, at long last I'll change
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
Even if you cling to my wings
 
Every time you say what the heck
I'm wondering what I demanded this time
I believe I don't owe you anything
 
In my dreams I press your head against the pillow
Until I know the tracks can surely be found
In the mornings I cry my little visions
 
Today, finally, is my time to get angry
Tomorrow, you'll be missing my number
And I won't mention you anything
 
You can't reach me
Don't cling to my wings
You'll never reach me
(Catch me if you can, catch me if you can!)
Even if you cling to my wings
(Tar in feathers)
 
Don't even think that this is
You're not thinking this is
Don't even think that this is
Difficult, difficult
Difficult, not at all
Not at all