Sir, don't hold back
I see you're afraid of being helped
How many miles
Did you walk on these roads
How many times around the world
Sir, raise your hands
I see you never had trusting friends
Your three legged dog
Told me about your story
In his eyes I saw your destiny
I see pain and I see mockery
I see hope crashed in poverty
I see a past with a future
Similar to what I foresee
I see passion I see masquerade
I see love that has been swept away
Please tell me Mr. Vagabond
Have you dreamt of becoming James Bond?
İstanbul, Mart 2000
(Müzik: 'Cold House 2.0')
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