Dark narrow streets I still think of it
This place has no name no mercy
Big peering eye it looks down from the sky
But I am not sure if it can see
And if you protest they will burn you alive
Oh how does it feel to be really free?
Well I could be deaf and I could be blind too
But still I have my feelings left
I’m looking for angel
Tender & sincere
I’m looking for angel
Someone who’d save me
(I’m looking I’m looking looking for angel)
In these darkest days
Im looking for angel
I hate this nameless place
Maybe there’s still some emotion
But surely there is no respect
Oh I won’t complain & I won’t despair
I just don’t wanna go through all that again
I’m looking for angel...
I wish I could get out of this nameless place!
Is this so hard to understand?!
Is this so hard to realize?!
I’m not listening to what they say
’Cause I don’t care I don’t care no more!
The love to talk about the truth
Then they watch you & control you
Doing things that are not fair
I don’t care I don’t care – no more!
...I wish I could get out of this nameless place[2]
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http://edytabartosiewicz.net/NAGRANIA/SEN.HTM |