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(Martin / Palms)

So close, so near.

They seem so far away from here.

Look up, look down,

They're walking on my ground.

Nobody seems to care .

Nobody seems to matter.

One touch of charity,

Dreams of others.

Hand of fate,

Don't let me die out in the cold,

Give me the power to fight.

They call me stain man,

They call me enemy,

They burn my soul on fire,

They set me free.

They call me stain man.

They wash my sins away,

They kill my honor

And I will kill their names.

So cold, so bad,

They turn their faces when I stretch my hand.

Look up, look down,

Then they spit on my ground.

Nobody seems to care,

Nobody seems to know.

All this time In my pocket,

It never crisp for hopes.

Hand of fate,

Don't let me die out in the cold

Give me the power to fight.

They call me stain man,

They call me enemy,

They burn my soul on fire,

They set me free.

They call me stain man.

They wash my sins away,

They kill my honor

And I will kill their names.

So close, so near,

They seem so far away from here.

Look up, look down,

Get out of my ground.