bad dream

Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up,
it's a bad dream,
no one on my side.
I was fighting,
but I just feel too tired
to be fighting.
Guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I
meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man,
and I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time
you could be my friend.

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