Take a walk down Heaven
Street
The soil is soft and the
air smells sweet
Paul is waiting there and
so is Franz
Now only memories run on
railway tracks
This road leads to heaven
Waiting feet frozen to the
ground
The earth exploding with
the gas of bodies
Rifle butts to crush you
down
Now only flowers to
idolize
This road leads to heaven
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