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I got two strong arms.
Blessings of babylon,
time to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to american the brave wise man save.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but he'll never, never fight over you.
I got plans for us
nights in the skullery
and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
oh for anything but light,
wise man fighting over you.
It's not me you see.
Pieces of valentine and just a song of mind.
To keep from burning the history
seasons of gasoline and gold.
Wise man fold.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but 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 of the wild,
wise mens child.
*whistle*
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but he'll never, never fight over you.
No he'll never, never fight over you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h75uKyevOkk
Blessings of babylon,
time to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to american the brave wise man save.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but he'll never, never fight over you.
I got plans for us
nights in the skullery
and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
oh for anything but light,
wise man fighting over you.
It's not me you see.
Pieces of valentine and just a song of mind.
To keep from burning the history
seasons of gasoline and gold.
Wise man fold.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but 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 of the wild,
wise mens child.
*whistle*
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a bercon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
but he'll never, never fight over you.
No he'll never, never fight over you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h75uKyevOkk
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