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The Wound Is Open - Alcatrazz

The Wound Is Open

Alcatrazz



Lyrics:
I think I'm broken
I need a quick fix

Do I remember me? I think I do
I do believe my name's the same
Lost my soul and my identity
Don't know just where my body's been

Walking out in the moonlight
In some uncharted town
Something much stronger than me
Took me some place I should not have gone

I think I'm broken
I need a quick fix
The wound is open
One drink can close it

It's 3am I'm tired and stumbling
The sidewalk wet from morning rain
I look like something that the cat dragged in
Hoping I don't fall down again

Every store closed and shuttered
Nowhere to get me a drink
Every step taken, I'm fearful and broken
I stand on the brink

I think I'm broken
I need a quick fix
The wound is open
One drink can close it

Walking out in the moonlight
In some uncharted town
Something much stronger than me
Took me some place I should not have gone

I think I'm broken
I need a quick fix
The wound is open
One drink can close it
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Letra:
Creo que estoy roto
Necesito una solución rápida

¿Me recuerdo? creo que lo hago
Creo que mi nombre es el mismo
Perdí mi alma y mi identidad.
No sé dónde ha estado mi cuerpo

Saliendo a la luz de la luna
En alguna ciudad inexplorada
Algo mucho mas fuerte que yo
Me llevó a un lugar al que no debería haber ido

Creo que estoy roto
Necesito una solución rápida
La herida está abierta
Una bebida puede cerrarlo

Son las 3 de la mañana, estoy cansado y tropezando
La acera mojada por la lluvia de la mañana
Me veo como algo que el gato arrastró
Esperando no caer de nuevo

Cada tienda cerrada y cerrada
No hay dónde conseguir un trago
Cada paso que doy, tengo miedo y estoy roto
Estoy al borde

Creo que estoy roto
Necesito una solución rápida
La herida está abierta
Una bebida puede cerrarlo

Saliendo a la luz de la luna
En una ciudad desconocida
Algo mucho mas fuerte que yo
Me llevó a un lugar al que no debería haber ido

Creo que estoy roto
Necesito una solución rápida
La herida está abierta
Una bebida puede cerrarlo

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