Текст (слова) песни: Boomtown Rats - I Don`t Linke Mondays
Sounds from the distant past, a ghost of my mind Raging currents which I created in my head Imprisoned me as I went too close To its final aim - within this moment In the gentle breeze I see it Through boundless corners of the mind On verity I ride Until I reach the unattainable Will I reach the unattainable Anger of the imaginary gods An enormous outburst is hidden Inside me - there it is Anger - I can see it The world is a green flash - mixed with purple Fading away, fading away It appears again, it appears again
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