| Gone… gone are the days
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| When the west was wild
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| And every child’s dream
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| A light was seen
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| Gone… gone are the days
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| When the world just sung for tomorrow to come
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| But she never came
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| If I was to break
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| If I was to pay
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| Blue moon are you lost again
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| Where will I find your light?
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| Where will I find the truth?
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| How will we ever say goodbye
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| Coz we’re turning the pages again
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| Bound by the lives that have been spent
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| I’m not living your third world lies
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| Goodbye… better days ahead
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| Goodbye
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| Gone… gone are the days
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| All these questions
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| No straight answers
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| Everybody’s a high priced healer hey
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| Gone… gone are the days
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| Tis the season of change
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| Every scar on the hand marks a new day
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| Sleep child
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| Slip into a dream
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| Poppa hasn’t been home
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| Busy living out this crazy scene
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| Blue moon are you lost again
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| Where will I find your light?
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| Where will I find the truth?
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| How will we ever say goodbye
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| Coz we’re turning the pages again
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| Tired of your preaching amen
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| I’m not living your third world lies
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| Goodbye
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| Better days ahead
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| Reached out to feel each grain
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| A lifetime running through his hands
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| The scorching heat left our heart
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| The workings of a proud brown man
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| But nowhere could you see
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| Dark eyes look away
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| The pride and the flame
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| Reached out to feel the warmth
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| Time running through his hands
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| The scorching heat gave life
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| The heart of the proud brown man
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| And he says to his child
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| Who still couldn’t stand
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| Someday… |