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- Between No Distance
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- recorded in Munich (Germany)
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- to be the flesh to be the bones
to feel the pain such a narrow lane
to be the face to be the name
to be the man don’t you understand?
to be the sick to be the weak
to be the need no way to succeed
to be the fret to be the hate
to feel the grief there’s no way to leave
you never know it’s gonna come this way
but when it does you can’t just fly away
so don’t you give up don’t you give up
to feel the shame to feel the blame
to be the game everything’s the same
to be the lost to be the worst
to be the cursed desperation grows
much deeper than the ocean
much higher than the heaven
much closer than a lover or a friend
much younger than the morning
much warmer than the summer
much stronger than the army
just take my hand