Crawling Man

There is a man who grows up in a land
where everymen is made to think like they rest

He can't understand what is wrong with his mind
Afraid of the dark he's alone in his shell 'cause he is shy

October.the leaves are falling
Who knows where.can I find my own tree

He is at the point of surrender for life
'cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime

October.the leaves are falling
Who knows where.can I find my own tree
September.my life is crawling
Remember.my grave is in the sea

October.the leaves are falling
Who knows where.can I find my own tree
September.my life is crawling
Remember.my grave is in the sea



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Garcia Soriano
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