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(c) Rigna Folk
(c) 2009
(c) 2009
Rest now, when the throne is empty
It’s no secret that glory is a passing phase
Stop raving about your precious good old days..
Lay down, for tomorrow’s changings
Want to go where I’m free
When I’m dying in my dreams,
The world keeps turning too fast, even faster then before
A place to go, a place to go.
I just need a place to go, a place to go
I hope you know, that your parents won’t be around soon.
On holidays, you’ll meet these so-called strangers
You don’t have to listen to their problems,
Because there are just way too many people
Want to go where I’m free
When I’m dying in my dreams,
The world keeps turning too fast, even faster then before
A place to go, a place to go.
I just need a place to go, a place to go
It’s no secret that glory is a passing phase
Stop raving about your precious good old days..
Lay down, for tomorrow’s changings
Want to go where I’m free
When I’m dying in my dreams,
The world keeps turning too fast, even faster then before
A place to go, a place to go.
I just need a place to go, a place to go
I hope you know, that your parents won’t be around soon.
On holidays, you’ll meet these so-called strangers
You don’t have to listen to their problems,
Because there are just way too many people
Want to go where I’m free
When I’m dying in my dreams,
The world keeps turning too fast, even faster then before
A place to go, a place to go.
I just need a place to go, a place to go
