| All the miles of glory really nothing to me It’s our love here, we are invisble again
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| Imagine how it goes, I believe in sweet surrender
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| And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever
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| No, I won’t ever ask for your surrender
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| No religion and choruses again
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| But it won’t leave me desolate and angry
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| Are there no poets in politics again
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| See the window upon the free world closing slowly
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| And poor men crawl upon your boney knees again
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| Imagine how it goes, I believe in sweet surrender
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| And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever
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| No, I won’t ever ask for your surrender
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| Holy roller and passion play again
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| On this day that I don’t care to remember
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| No religion and choruses again
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| Imagine how it goes, I believe in sweet surrender
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| I feel lost as a dying rose in embers
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| No religion and choruses again
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| No, I won’t ever ask for your surrender
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| Are there no poets in politics again
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| No, I won’t ever ask for your surrender
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| Holy roller and passion play again
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| On this day that I don’t care to remember
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| No religion and choruses again |