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
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
Tired of dust and dirt to clean
This place once loved,
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