Žodžiai dainai: Nitin Sawhney. Prophesy. Walk Away.

Walked away...
Heavier than footsteps drawn across the glade
I flew all night, couldn't get in
Rained all night, all soaked to the skin
Walked away...
Heavier than footsteps drawn across the glade
Watch my breath turn into steam
So has eyes grown dim
Walked away...
Heavier than footsteps drawn across the glade
Let her in...

Let her, it was warm inside...
Walked away...

Heavier than footsteps drawn across the glade...

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("I have a dream" Dr. Martin Luther King)

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("We're going to have a racial explosion", Malcolm X)

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