I know you have time
But believe me it will fly
Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness
For liberty there is a cost - its broken skulls
The wind blows whispers down the street,
Having free reign with
If I could I'd give you the world
Wrap it all
Hold on is what they say
To get any back to
As the rain comes down, upon this sad sweet earth
I
Changes of clothes and summer showers
Like changing the guard it
Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off
but don't
Catch me I'm falling so fast and I can't seem
The giant towers over all
But from close distance he don't
I close my eyes - I reach out my hand
And
When I find you waiting hours; oh,
You're there to save
The pub talk, the scandals,
like vandals they try to tear
Of all the things that money can buy
freedoms never cheap
But
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