Child

When I was a lonely
Child running home
There were things that disturbed me
So many things I didn't know

So many things that you don't need
They're selling dreams on the tv
They're trying hard to beat you up
Trying hard to slow you down
If we should ever meet again
Around that stinging nettle field
I'll throw you right in
Feel the pain that I once

When I was a lonely
Child running home
I made a plan that I once
Would stop to run and go

So many things that you don't need
They're selling dreams on the tv
They're trying hard to beat you up
Trying hard to slow you down
If we should ever meet again
Around that stinging nettle field
I'll throw you right in
Feel the pain that I once feared

And there are times that you might fight along the way
And there are times that you might loose along the way
But when I'm ever close to home i'll count the steps
To you
And there are times that you might fight along the way
And there are times that you might loose along the way
But when I'm ever close to home i count the stairs
To you my friend
My friend



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Kasab, Alessandro Marra, Alexander Körner, Sebastian Grönheit
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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