every rose
has to fade
watch me go
i'm head of the parade
and every leaf
is gonna leave
a ghost is living
in my memories
i‘ll take my booze
and my walking stick
i count to ten
yeah, I won't be back
oh lonely world
just a raging mind
i try to carry on
these miles of mine
and I only believe
in the weakness of the heart
in the silence of a grave
in the whisper in the dark
and I only believe
in the marching of the drum
in the love of a life
in the patience of the numb
i‘ll find a place
where i could rest
somewhere safe
i can forget
there's a healing going on
but I can't tell you where it belongs
and I only believe
in the weakness of the heart
in the silence of a grave
in the whisper in the dark
and I only believe
in the marching of the drum
in the love of a life
in the patience of the numb

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