Born with a Cagney temper and a Bogart edginess; a tangled soul from yesterday, drifting down beneath the silk canopy and into the dark. The only light coming from his pit helmet, casting a shadow over every hope and dream. Welcome to another life.
Darker nights and a cold wind blowing in off the sea and cutting like a knife. She stares at the unopened letter from a base in Germany and thinks there's no place like home, except maybe a deserted warehouse on the east side of Warsaw. Welcome to another life.
Things don't change that much, it's just their pace and pain that never stays the same. So every day you need to re-fashion your demanding God into something you are more comfortable to blame. Welcome to another life.
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