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Travelers Blues
I have played the streets of Stockholm, squares of Prague, bars of Berlin.
But all the roads I ever been down, all the places that I've seen
The Lord was not my Shepherd. His word not my light.
The beast I hold within me kept me awake most of the nights.
I have strayed more than I wandered, but I have prayed more than I've sinned.
Now all these words have lost their meaning, and all my roads come to an end.
The Lord is not my Shepherd. His word not my light.
The beast I hold within me kept me awake most of the nights.
In the light of the sunset, the blind light of His eyes,
the next turn I'll keep forward. I'll crash and burn.
And the Lord is not my Shepherd. His word not my light.
The beast I hold within me is crying louder ever night.
