Emma Things
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Now I walk alone I walk lonely
Listening to the rustle of the leaves
Even if I feel your hand in mine
Reminding me how much you where a guide
I run away as long as I can
From the terrible cities of death
I run away as long as I can
From the terrible cities of pain
I feel like someone is holding my breath
Laying down i'am not scared of the road
Or of the blue hanging above my head
It's hiding your image in my thoughts
I fly without being scared of the fall
Maybe i can survive all alone