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Tekstovi: New Amsterdams (The). At The Foot Of My Rival. Lost Long Shot.


You?ve got a world wide face
And I?ve been away for a year
I?ll hide it in someplace safe
Where even the spies don?t hear
I?ve been a lost long shot
A prodigal son by trade
Somehow the words won?t stop
Even when deals are made

Time and space
We can be distant
Running a different race
And nobody really wins
And only the fools rush in
And only the frightened wait
I?d rather be foolish than
Be scared of my own mistakes