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  • Date :18 Apr, 1992

Walking upon the ground The prodigal son is searching his track He could be seen around One day he’s going forth and then he’s coming back He’s pushing to the limits He doesn’t want to wait Oh, boy, this world won’t let you get away…

His future won’t be happy Since masters of the present are slaves of the past But he can make things happen He sings his own song, he builds his dream to last Right in the middle of nowhere He navigates his way Oh, boy, this world won’t let you get away…

Down the way to high sky Something went wrong, sudden and strange His voice became too husky And went with his unfinished song out of the fleshy cage And if it sounds killing Well, he found no better way Oh, mama, to get this crazy feeling That he is free, and finally, he’s got away (with it)

Walking above the ground Son of the bitch, he’s on his track Nowhere he can be found He is beyond the reach and he will not come back But if you listen harder You’ll hear his heart in every beat Oh, mama, from time to time Things happen the way they are suppose to be!..