A hundred thousand years
A hundred thousand miles of track
A hundred
He sleeps with a chainsaw
Got eyes like an outlaw
He takes
Where the air's not clean
Where the water's glowing green
Where the
One man standing on the plains of Abraham
Watching a damaged
Nothing blooms in a loveless room
You've got to want it,
Trick of the light
Or just a loss of perspective
Flaw in
The angels' share
The secrets of the universe
Is seldom fair
Hardly blessing,
Living in the present tense
When you lose the past
The future
I've gone flying, trying to reach you
You've been hiding, riding
Drawn lies, strong and clear
Make it bend to your will
All
The angels' shareThe secrets of the universeIs seldom fairHardly blessingHardly
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