That's her... A fallen angel that have found the love in a man's arms. But this angel is still trying to find her way back home again... She hit the road on 11, when she didn't know what she got 'til it's gone... And when it happened, it was so hard to find the words to describe how sad was take the last train... But she's not a fool... Nobody's fool... She just wants to be free like the wind... Just a soul sick for the cure... Still walking the last mile on a dead man's road... Feeling the winds of change on her face, she is freewheelin', still climbing the highest mountain and taking blood from a stone, looking in from the outside, changing nothin' for nothin'... And... even if this angel is fallin' apart at the seams, when it all comes down, she keeps on pushing down on her gypsy road... 'Cause she knows that sometimes the sun shines through the rain.
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