There will come,a tomorrow...
Everything you wanted,will
Walk to life,off the shackles
Of a night's sleep...
You'll know...
The cuts and bruises,your own
They were reasoned,of worth...
Every yesterday,who had questioned,will be
Washed off,in the first rain...
You had to live.....
Everything you wanted,will
Walk to life,off the shackles
Of a night's sleep...
You'll know...
The cuts and bruises,your own
They were reasoned,of worth...
Every yesterday,who had questioned,will be
Washed off,in the first rain...
You had to live.....
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