Текст песни Candlemass - Droid
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I got a date with the master, my friendA sunday stroll in the surreal, so zenFrom perfection to disaster againThanx for showing me what`s realA rendezvous with the psychic once moreShe`s sneaking thought into my brain I`m sureAm I one of the cynic, the pure?Am I one of the sane?Who knows the troubled one that knows?Prophets come and prophets goAnd again I tried to thinkThat burden only made me sinkCrawling back to Isola to weepSomewhere under the sea so deepI don`t know what to show ya that`s neatBut it will be bigger than you and meWho knows the troubled one that knows?Prophets come and prophets goAnd again I tried to thinkThat burden only made me sink