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Tytuł: Chance

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He was standing all alone
   Trying to find the words to say
   When every prayer he ever prayed
   Was gone
   And the dreams he's never owned
   Are still safely tucked away
   Until tomorrow he just
   Carries on
  
   See the Devil in the streets at night
   See him running in the pouring rain
   See him grinning Œneath a twisted light
   I'll be back again
   See the people standing in a row
   See them nodding like a field of grain
   No one sees the sickle though
   Coming Œcross the plain
  
   And this he knows if nothing more
   That waiting in the dark like destiny
   Are those who kissed the dogs of war
   And there is no tomorrow
   No tomorrow
   Take a chance
   Take a chance
  
   See the Devil he is so intense
   See the Devil go and change his name
   What's the going price of innocence
   It can't be the same
   Is it dark when the moon is down
   Is it dark with a single flame
   If there's glass falling all all around
   I am not to blame
   And this he knows if nothing more
  
   That waiting in the dark like destiny
   Are those who kissed the dogs of war
   And there is no tomorrow
   No tomorrow
   Take a chance
  
   Burn the night away
  
   Pictures at an exhibition
   Played as he stood his trance
   Staring at his inhibitions
   All the time believing
   That it now came down to nothing but this chance
  
   I fear you
   Your silence
   Your blindless
   See what you want to see
   In darkness
   One kindness
   One moment
   Tell me what you believe
  
   I believe in nothing
   Never really had to
   In regards to your life
   Rumors that are not true
   Who's defending evil
   Surely never I
   Who would be the witness
   Should you chance to die
  
   Father can you hear me
   This is not how was meant to be
   I am safe and so are you
   As for the others destiny
  
   I believe that situations
   All depend on circumstance
  
   Look away
   Look away
  
   Pictures at an exhibition
   Played as he stood in his trance
   Staring at his inhibitions
   All the time believing
   That it now came down to
   Nothing but this chance