Sancho Claus - Die Alone

We're gonna ween ourselves from a path of your fears
We're gonna clean ourselves in a bath of your...

So it the autumn of your season's discontent
God knows and who knows where the hours went
Fines I cannot pay, emotions have been spent
No crimes, no remorse, no sins I can repent

Some will never understand
How it feels to be alone
And you're on your own
And you got no home
Guess we all die alone
Yes we all die alone

Can't take you serious until you lose your mind
Can't read the masks displayed or the face behind
Though some may think of me as being too unkind
One must flow with life and dance in real time

Some will never understand
How it feels to be alone
And you're on your own
And you got no home
Guess we all die alone
Yes we all die alone

We're gonn ween ourselves from a path of your fears
We're gonna clean ourselves in a bath of your tears

Written by:
Eric Meyer

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