Los años en decadencia

I'm goin' home, I don't know where
I'm goin' home, not far from here
Out on this road, paint this toll

Make me whole, set the stage
Fill it with anger, fill it with rage
No, I don't know what is today
I know it falls in the years of decay

Self sacrifice, every night
And together we paid a price in blood
That spilled out through the years
And another day passes away

Look to the black, drawn farther back
Look to each day, see the decay
Times I've had, good and bad
Win or lose, this is what I choose

The years of decay

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