LYRIC

A brand new way to walk

I see the birds so high
I see my life: a fight
My dreams seem so distant
I have no assistant

Angels don’t set a time
There are no guides to grime
Even when I can't feel
Fiction or the lost real?

Sometimes you don´t need a brand new way
You just need a brand new way to walk

Just hold on
Your hands are full of wounds
All is drawn
Believe: your souls are tuned

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