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Artiste: Frames, The
Titre: Fitzcarraldo

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Here, back, down along

And straight, track

I have chosen the long road

That leads me out to god knows

So I can stop right now

Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter, lose their faith, and slide

But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough

For my day is the first of the ascension

It's a sad way we've flown after the stars

And her last words were 'I was only thinking of you'

In my golden, olden days I was a slave

Well now it's time for to sound your voice

And capture what your after

My ship was sold right up the river

But I'm not going down here

This journey isn't over

It's a long way to the house of Fitzcarraldo

And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'

In my golden, olden days I was a saint

Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter

Like lapdogs that stride that mystery

And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history

It's the long lonely way that we can grow

I shall eclipse you.

It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo

And I don't want to pray for you

In the name of something true