| One swallow never made a spring
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| You can buy a crown — it doesn’t make you king
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| Beware the trinkets that we bring
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| When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone
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| You tore the statues to the ground crying — let my people go And now they’re gone, all is gone
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| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
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| The freedom passion and the two faced call
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| They dance together upon the wall
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| With nothing left to break the fall
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| Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods
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| The college buildings stand
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| And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land
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| All is gone, all is gone
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| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
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| And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down
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| And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town
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| Innocence starts to peel away — How money changes everything
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| The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything
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| Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past
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| Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast
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| And now it’s gone, all is gone |