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The passings through this life Is a maze of golden thorns So straight and narrow We could not be a scorned On my knees I pray too long But I'm challenged by the sting that's so wrong A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so Well I close my eyes to become The Song The Song The Song The angels speak to me Thoughts of you are what would be But the shadows they seem so right Their wings are dirty white Think I'll pass, pass them by before I'm lovin or livin a lie On my knees I pray too long but I'm Challenged by the sting that's so wrong A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so Well I close my eyes to become The Song The Song The Song The Song Aus Songtexte Mania