viernes, 17 de abril de 2009

Therapy? with Bruce Dickinson - Black Night



Black night is not right,
i don't feel so bright,
i don't care to sit tight.
maybe i'll find on the way down the line
that i'm free, free to be me.
black night is a long way from home.
i don't need a dark tree,
i don't want a rough sea,
i can't feel, i can't see.
maybe i'll find on the way down the line
that i'm free, free to be me.
black night is a long way from home.
Black night, black night,
i don't need black night,
i can't see dark night.
maybe i'll find on the way down the line
that i'm free, free to be me.
black night is a long way from home.

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