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I've got two strong arms
Blessings of babylon
Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men Save
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
I've got two strong arms
Blessings of babylon
Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men Save
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river theres a hole in the ground
Where an old man or Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion theres a wrong and a right
He'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
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