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Just like unemotional bird I'm flying low, and I hear every word Holy father won't you look down on me I'm here on in the gallery Ooh ooh Admission I was feeling so low Ooh ooh Transmission and I stumble and go I taste the memory I hear your symphony I'm a Rider with the weight on my back The outsider 'Till I fade to black I walk through the ash and Coal Hot embers burn inside my soul I'm not a Loner and I hope to arrange That My Life will forever change From Letras Mania