1987 Polydor – 833 461-2 LYRICS ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION BOX It`s autumn in my heart again, ...hell in my soul. I´m looking for a place to go, where all my devils won´t have a ball. I take my head high above the clouds, off the ground and far away from doubts, where the world below looks pale and where the right way is just a narrow trai
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