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View To The Shore

Lack Of Limits

It was twilight in the village as a stranger on a horse
Rode in the middle of Main Street when he came to a door
A cute little hotel where he took a room
With a window on the second floor
A view to the shore

In this fateful night on the other side of town
Out of the shadows came a laughing sound
A pub was burning and a woman raped
People fell in rage and they went to the shore
They arrived at the hotel, they arrived on 2. floor
Where the stranger awoke by the noise at the door
"Believe me, I was sleeping the whole night in bed
Right here at the window with a view to the shore

He was beaten up ´till he was spitting blood
Then they hang him on a tree with a view to the shore
The real bastard smiled as he was walking down the streets
Of his little town with a view to the shore

Composição: Marcus Friedeberg





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