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The Dead End For The Pain
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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My prayerą„s for the father
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My blood is for the son
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My soul is for the spirit
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But Ią„m dieing in the sun
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Ią„m knocking on heaveną„s door
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Screaming to get out
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Out of the hystery of guilt
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Where Ią„m not allowed to doubt
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This is the dead end for the pain
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The hell for all our fears
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Letą„s pull the nails out of the cross
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And walk across the tears
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An asylum for insane
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Where noone is to blame
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Pride instead of shame
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The dead end of the pain
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I doną„t feel guilty anymore
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Doną„t wanna be blamed
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For the wisdom of my questions
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Doną„t wanna be ashamed
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This is to the one that gave me
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The possibility to dream
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To the mystic one that made me
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Living in a scream
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Thirty years in war
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Against my own bloody hand
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Wake up little Jesus
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Make us leave this land
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Weą„re gonna hide from death
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Kill those voices in our brains
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Weą„re bleeding all our sorrow
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Into the bloodred rain
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The Dead End For The Pain
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| Another Tale |
