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Acoustic Live @ Yamaha Music Russia , Moscow I’M HANGING HERE FOR SO MANY YEARS LIKE I’M A SCARECROW-RAGDOLL. THE WAY IT SEEMS, THE WAY IT FEELS. MY LIFE HAS GONE LIKE THE SUN. THIS NIGHT IS NEVER-ENDING AND I AM ALL ALONE. NOW BLACK CLOUDS ARE COMING DOWN. MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME AND IT WON’T LET ME GO. THERE’S NOTHING I HAVE FOUND. COVERED WITH RUST, MY BURNING HEART IS CALLING TO YOUR SOULS. AND IF YOU’LL TRY, YOU’LL REALIZE THAT I’M ALIVE AND COMING HOME. I’M COMING HOME. GO ON AND THROW ALL THESE STONES AT ME. I DIDN’T CARE MUCH AT ALL. MY EYES ARE BLIND BUT I CAN SEE STAIRWAY BECOMING THE SLOPE. THE FLAMES ARE GETTING STRONGER, THEY’RE SLOWLY BURNING ME AND MY BODY TURNS TO ASH. BUT AFTER ALL THE WATER WILL TAKE AWAY THE HEAT. HERE COMES ANOTHER CLASH. OLD SUNNY DAYS HAS DISAPPEARED. I’LL WAIT FOR THE RAIN TO FILL MY GRAVE AND WASH AWAY MY SINS. MY SWEETEST FRIEND, THE AIR I BREATHE. I WILL SUFFOCATE WITHOUT YOUR FACE, WITHOUT YOUR EYES THAT LOOKING AT ME.
