Žodžiai dainai: The Stills. Without Feathers. In The Beginning.

Well, this story ends in bloodshed
The face I love, the city I'm from
The persons I've met, the persons I've let down
But a hero never turns around

It's nice to see you're moving on
I know it's hard to carry on
And it's just never what it was
Well, in the beginning
Well, in the beginning

And how did this starts and where did we begin?
In a ball of fire and stars and suns
And that brings me here, now where my heart's caving in
A tornado whips in around the poles and it's raining

It's nice to see you're moving on
I know it's hard to carry on
And it's just never what it was
Was in the beginning
Was in the beginning

In a ball of fire
In a ball of fire
In a ball of fire
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