| Song | Raw Caress |
| Artist | Rage |
| Album | The Missing Link |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| This time the wind has blown me forwards | |
| From the sick and stinking harvest | |
| I've laid here much too long | |
| I feel like an old and restless sailor | |
| With his visions long forgotten | |
| A free will much to strong | |
| Raw caress | |
| Right then, when darkness fell around me | |
| And my fruits no longer ripened | |
| And end was coming near | |
| Returned from a safe self-chosen prison | |
| To a storm that ripped my heart out | |
| And took it far from here | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| And now, as I gather up my back bone | |
| To rebuild it even stronger | |
| The clouds break up again | |
| It seems even if fortune is tragic | |
| That a sad tale finds an ending | |
| That's reconciled again | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There's land in sight again | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There's land in sight again | |
| Raw caress | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress | |
| It's a raw caress to me | |
| Life's a raw caress to me |
| zuo qu : Wagner | |
| This time the wind has blown me forwards | |
| From the sick and stinking harvest | |
| I' ve laid here much too long | |
| I feel like an old and restless sailor | |
| With his visions long forgotten | |
| A free will much to strong | |
| Raw caress | |
| Right then, when darkness fell around me | |
| And my fruits no longer ripened | |
| And end was coming near | |
| Returned from a safe selfchosen prison | |
| To a storm that ripped my heart out | |
| And took it far from here | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| And now, as I gather up my back bone | |
| To rebuild it even stronger | |
| The clouds break up again | |
| It seems even if fortune is tragic | |
| That a sad tale finds an ending | |
| That' s reconciled again | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There' s land in sight again | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There' s land in sight again | |
| Raw caress | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| Life' s a raw caress to me |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| This time the wind has blown me forwards | |
| From the sick and stinking harvest | |
| I' ve laid here much too long | |
| I feel like an old and restless sailor | |
| With his visions long forgotten | |
| A free will much to strong | |
| Raw caress | |
| Right then, when darkness fell around me | |
| And my fruits no longer ripened | |
| And end was coming near | |
| Returned from a safe selfchosen prison | |
| To a storm that ripped my heart out | |
| And took it far from here | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| And now, as I gather up my back bone | |
| To rebuild it even stronger | |
| The clouds break up again | |
| It seems even if fortune is tragic | |
| That a sad tale finds an ending | |
| That' s reconciled again | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There' s land in sight again | |
| Reach out, the old eternal time waves | |
| Are flowing on and on | |
| Look up, the dawn is soon awaking | |
| There' s land in sight again | |
| Raw caress | |
| Pain and misery left its marks on me | |
| Start again from here | |
| Cold reality needs to be set free | |
| Chances now at hand | |
| Life' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress | |
| It' s a raw caress to me | |
| Life' s a raw caress to me |