Carrying the past upon my shouldersShame that weighs me down
What can I tell You LordThat You don't already own?What
There's just one ParisOne La RochelleThere's just one HeavenThere's just
In the race I once was runningNow I'm only standing
One hand holds everythingThe other thinks it's not enoughGroping blindly
Mary's boat has sprung a leakSnd she's told she won't
With empty pockets full of laughterI set my eyes on
Looking at the starfishStranded on the beachReminds me of the
Danger aheadIt's always been saidThe night is watching, waitingFor us
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