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He was one of the few true rebels, a smalltown bomber Drew his final tag and ran out of sight And he was no simple thief or dirty robber 21 years of age he kissed the world goodnight He said I'm leaving I've seen it all Your name is written on the wall 2 o'clock in a weak condition Riding on his bike thru the old neighbourhood Accept the truth see the death of a vision Wondering about the things he never understood Soul scars and homeward bound When all your dreams are falling dead to the ground Soul scars and grinding pain Old friend, memories remain Aus Songtexte Mania