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Gone... gone are the days |
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When the west was wild |
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And every child's dream |
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A light was seen |
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Gone...gone are the days |
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When the world just sung for tomorrow to come |
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But she never came |
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If I was to break |
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If I was to pay |
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Blue moon are you lost again |
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Where will I find your light? |
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Where will I find the truth? |
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How will we ever say goodbye |
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Coz we're turning the pages again |
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Bound by the lives that have been spent |
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I'm not living your third world lies |
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Goodbye...better days ahead |
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Goodbye |
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Gone... gone are the days |
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All these questions |
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No straight answers |
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Everybody's a high priced healer hey |
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Gone... gone are the days |
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Tis the season of change |
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Every scar on the hand marks a new day |
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Sleep child |
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Slip into a dream |
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Poppa hasn't been home |
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Busy living out this crazy scene |
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Blue moon are you lost again |
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Where will I find your light? |
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Where will I find the truth? |
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How will we ever say goodbye |
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Coz we're turning the pages again |
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Tired of your preaching amen |
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I'm not living your third world lies |
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Goodbye |
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Better days ahead |
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Reached out to feel each grain |
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A lifetime running through his hands |
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The scorching heat left our heart |
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The workings of a proud brown man |
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But nowhere could you see |
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Dark eyes look away |
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The pride and the flame |
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Reached out to feel the warmth |
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Time running through his hands |
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The scorching heat gave life |
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The heart of the proud brown man |
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And he says to his child |
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Who still couldn't stand |
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Someday... |
