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a manhattan tale

 

He strolls through the SoHo crowd
She sits alone
He stares at the stormy clouds
She’ll soon be home

Manhattan is drenched in rain
And autumn leaves
He enters an empty train
And there she is

    Whenever we feel our life is shattered
    Whenever we see our light go down
    Whatever we feel – It does not matter
    Our time will come


He sits with the strange grimace
She’s seen before
He stares at her frozen face
And knows the score

Manhattan is drenched in tears
Of crimes unseen
She dreamed about this for years
And here he is

    Whenever we feel our life is shattered
    Whenever we see our light go down
    Whatever we feel – It does not matter
    Our time will come

        Can you hear the sound of breaking hearts
        As their destiny unfolds?
        Can you heal a soul so torn apart?
        She just pulls out her handgun – Karma is a blast of sudden sun


    Whenever we feel our life is shattered
    Whenever we see our light go down
    Whatever we feel – It does not matter
    Our time will come


Manhattan is drenched in pain
The sun will dry
She stares at the leaving train
And waves goodbye