Standing here in the rain
Fallen down and far from grace
Kremlin’s shadow belittling me
Happy days are from here
How does it feel?
When you are alone and cold inside
This thing I hold so dear
Only the father knows its here
The flapped ones wont let me be
They go on and on and on
Again and again and again in the rain
I got to walk down that lonely path
That no one seems to pass
I go back inside of me
Search my soul: what does it mean?
I am the dead
I am the damned
I am the agony inside a dying head
This is injustice
Woe unto thee
I pray this punishment will have mercy on me
The Lord’s prayer in a whispering voice…
Michael Jackson modified Fiddes of Lochinvar --- To one affectionable
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