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And as I walk about this cold desolate waste I just pray for my return to open arms and to a friendly place but this is not the time and I can't see her pretty face cos I signed that dotted line and threw it all away and as I run afraid there's nothing I can do I just pray for my return as she prays on someone new as I lie alone forgotten faceless nothing more to prove there's another lined up in my place the next one to be used I made it home and didn't find that friendly place This blood that's on my hands I can't wash it away Aus Songtexte Mania