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Left avalon when the moon had turned red

Crashed in my bed , must have hurt my head

Cause i feels like it´s already to submerge

With the shades of gray

When i open my eyes , the sun tries to bust in

If you drinking enough , you only get thirsty

I cant really move until the headache is passing away

I´ve been sent to this country that no one heard about

To satisfy your needs of torture and murder

They have a crazy dictator who´s counting what he´s got

A radical guerilla who´s fighting for the cause they forgot

Won´t someone show me mercy

I´ve been shot at and beaten can you tell me what for

I´m not part of their foney war

They always kill the bartender at my favourite cantina

Just when i have thought them to make a decent dry martini

Won´t someone show me mercy

I went here with a dream

A ambitions for myself

All that i´ve completed

Was running my health

What am i doing here , if there´s a place for me

I´m not there

I wanted to write a book

That would be remembered when i´m gone

When i´m gone

Now i´m sending short messages

On the telephone

What am i doing here

If there´s a place for me , i´m not there. . . .