There's no exit along the path
But sometimes I have to walk on the broken glasses
I have to walk in fire
I have to walk through the thorns
Upon of years walking
I've met a few people
That would walk along with me
That fade away all the pain
Never thought it is temporary..
I've met a few people
That would walk along with me
That fade away all the pain
Never thought it is temporary..
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