They sat that character in the truest definitionIs who you
In the jungles of Asia. Under African skies.In the mountains
Who am ITo speak with such authorityOf matters far more
Winter has come.The leaves have all departed.Only the bones of
In each and every life, there is a prison cellA
So you think you're wise to the ways of the
Here I layWith nothing but broken heart.I gaze across this
Here it is another Monday morning.My life is nothing but
It seems I've been running foreverI just can't go on
I'm waiting,For a shiny new life when I leave the
Nothing lasts forever.Entropy lurks like a wolf in the pasture.We
I. So it's Come To ThisBeneath the face of an
There's a clamour in my heart for something greaterThen the
Oh my LeaderI will follow you to the ends of
What kind of war are we fightingWhat kind of fools
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