Poprawcie błędy i wgl."Heathland"Don't must to trust the painWhen everything turns to blackThe coffee now is greymy blood is turning to whiteEverybody talks out loud about their happinessI'm gonna die, gonna die in this crowded placeWhen all things in this world disapearI can't catch myself, i'm running away from hereI'm running away to far awayto hold the day and stayI'm running away to prayGod for a dream...I trust every tear in my eyeWhen you hold my hand in the heathI can't cry now, dry that dropTake me up higher than beneathEverybody talk out loud about their happinessI'm gonna die, gonna die in this crowded placeWhen all things in this world disapearI can't catch myself, i'm running away from hereI'm running away to far awayto hold the day and stayI'm running away to prayGod for a dream...Someone told me onceto take every chancei belived himso i must to fill the expenseWhen all things in this world disapearI can't catch myself, i'm running away from hereI'm running away to far awayto hold the day and stayI'm running away to prayGod for a dream...God for a dream...
