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	作词 : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan
	One swallow never made a spring
	You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king
	Beware the trinkets that we bring
	When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone
	You tore the statues to the ground crying - let my people go
	And now they're gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
	The freedom passion and the two faced call
	They dance together upon the wall
	With nothing left to break the fall
	Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods
	The college buildings stand
	And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land
	All is gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
	And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down
	And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town
	Innocence starts to peel away - How money changes everything
	The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything
	Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past
	Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast
	And now it's gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile

	zuò cí : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan
	One swallow never made a spring
	You can buy a crown it doesn' t make you king
	Beware the trinkets that we bring
	When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone
	You tore the statues to the ground crying let my people go
	And now they' re gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
	The freedom passion and the two faced call
	They dance together upon the wall
	With nothing left to break the fall
	Now twentyfive miles north in the great dark woods
	The college buildings stand
	And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land
	All is gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
	And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down
	And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town
	Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything
	The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything
	Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past
	Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast
	And now it' s gone, all is gone
	But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile