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I got two strong arms blessings of babylon with time to carry on and try
for sins and alarms so to america the brave wise men 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 beacon 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 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 there's a hole in the ground where an old man of aran goes around and around
and his mind is a beacon 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 to the calling of the wild wise mens child
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 beacon 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
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 beacon 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 but he'll never, never fight over you
but he'll never, never fight over you but he'll never, never fight over you
but he'll never, never fight over you but he'll never, never fight over you
but he'll never, never fight over you but he'll never, never fight over you
- by ivantrejo41 -
- by ivantrejo41 -