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Pride And The Flame
gone... gone are the days
when the west was wild
and every child's dream
a light was seen
gone...gone are the days
when the world just sung for tomorrow to come
but she never came
if I was to break
if I was to pay
blue moon are you lost again
where will I find your light?
where will I find the truth?
how will we ever say goodbye
coz we're turning the pages again
bound by the lives that have been spent
i'm not living your third world lies
goodbye...better days ahead
goodbye
gone... gone are the days
all these questions
no straight answers
everybody's a high priced healer hey
gone... gone are the days
tis the season of change
every scar on the hand marks a new day
sleep child
slip into a dream
poppa hasn't been home
busy living out this crazy scene
blue moon are you lost again
where will I find your light?
where will I find the truth?
how will we ever say goodbye
coz we're turning the pages again
tired of your preaching amen
i'm not living your third world lies
goodbye
better days ahead
reached out to feel each grain
a lifetime running through his hands
the scorching heat left our heart
the workings of a proud brown man
but nowhere could you see
dark eyes look away
the pride and the flame
reached out to feel the warmth
time running through his hands
the scorching heat gave life
the heart of the proud brown man
and he says to his child
who still couldn't stand
someday...
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someday...
who still couldn't stand
and he says to his child
the heart of the proud brown man
the scorching heat gave life
time running through his hands
reached out to feel the warmth
the pride and the flame
dark eyes look away
but nowhere could you see
the workings of a proud brown man
the scorching heat left our heart
a lifetime running through his hands
reached out to feel each grain
better days ahead
goodbye
i'm not living your third world lies
tired of your preaching amen
coz we're turning the pages again
how will we ever say goodbye
where will I find the truth?
where will I find your light?
blue moon are you lost again
busy living out this crazy scene
poppa hasn't been home
slip into a dream
sleep child
every scar on the hand marks a new day
tis the season of change
gone... gone are the days
everybody's a high priced healer hey
no straight answers
all these questions
gone... gone are the days
goodbye
goodbye...better days ahead
i'm not living your third world lies
bound by the lives that have been spent
coz we're turning the pages again
how will we ever say goodbye
where will I find the truth?
where will I find your light?
blue moon are you lost again
if I was to pay
if I was to break
but she never came
when the world just sung for tomorrow to come
gone...gone are the days
a light was seen
and every child's dream
when the west was wild
gone... gone are the days
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