Last night, I had that dream of death, I held you in my arms.
I had not yet been sentenced to life, our daughter's not yet born.
I was too young, my plans were clear.
The steel was broken.
It was in my spine, but today, I count my seventy first years, and one unbroken life.
So dead are the old nightings.
Hold on.
One more day.
Tell all of the other nightings.
Hold on.
One more day.
I still can hear.
That it's.
In our voice, so loud, within this dream, there's always one more crossroads, always
one more little.
And every show.
I love you.
I love you.

And every word I sing.
Every cur ven loves to sing.
Need stronger days.
And strong madness.
And today, alone, one broken life.
That hands were the Tekken 9.





Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
As night and hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
That dream again
I have you in my arms
I had not yet been seven to that
My daughter's not yet born
I was too young
My plans
were clear
The steel was in my spine
Once more
I count my seventy first tears
And one was broken
And one was broken

And one was broken
And one was broken
From then on
From then on
From then on
From then on
From then on
And I had to leave


This wonderful day
Till I found my life
As I see the world


As I see the world
This wonderful day
Till I found my life
This wonderful day
One more day.
Yes, I'll be a man.
One more day.
One more day.