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歌词
Winter time is coming
Leaves on the ground
Thinking about my life
And what I have done
Try to find the track
To find my way back
Something gone wrong
In this old town
Going up the country
Where the air is clear
Try to live my life
Without anger or fear
Still when looking down
At my hometown
Something ain't right
Can't see the light
Down to the river
To wash my sins away
Preacher telling me
I will be saved some day
Walking the streets at night
Under the flickering red light
In the distance a shout
Your time is running out
