With every waking breath I breathe
I see what life has
Outside wild winds are calling
Broken leaves are falling
Outside wild winds
How can we ever be free again?
After all the shouting
If I was a better man
She cried
The tears that fell were from Asian ways
She cried
The
From city streets you came with something true
From dirt and
The last day rushes by
And the moon looks so sad
No
The boy is listening to those records from the past
He
Common people living quietly in confusion
Information's giving quite a grand
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