| by Graham Goble
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| The sun beat down on the water’s edge, as he sailed to his judgment day,
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| and his mother cried, for the day she died, he was half the world away,
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| the light-house flashed its warning, and he cried out to be free,
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| but the darkness fell on the promised land, he was just about to see.
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| Chorus:
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| Oh now, get it all while you can,
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| seize the moment, it’s in your hand,
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| take the feeling and get it right,
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| learn the lesson, it’s cold out tonight.
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| The wind swept down throught the city, with a chill factor '85,
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| but the children played in the streets all day, they were glad to be alive,
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| it was Christmas time and the carols rose in the hearts of everyone,
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| snd his thoughts were turning to his home, when they all were overrun.
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| Chorus
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| Tonight he goes to the city square, from solitaire, to the golden hair,
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| he love the girl, tells her so, «I cry for you and I’d die for you.»
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| The tower leaned and crumbled, sinking right before his eyes,
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| for the leaders could do nothing, they were stunned and paralyzed
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| the silnece cracked the still night air, as the protest was upheld,
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| he would live to fight another day, so he started to rebuild. |