3 acessos
Push through the night.
Running with all we've got through streets with self abandoned.
Down highways waiting for dawn.
Empty pockets, but we're not poor.
Always looking for a brighter sky.
Always praying for better times.
Don't care about the pain.
Don't care about the separation.
Wanting to live, but I'm not afraid, we're not afraid to die.
Shake off the snares from your mind.
You've got to leave those old things behind.
Till my candle burns out.
When the suffering never seem to end.
Before I'm dead, gone, and forgotten, I'm giving all I can.
From the low times we push ahead.