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Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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When you close your eyes there's
a frightened pride that lives for you. That your mothers life and your fathers eyes can't hide. You had no choice didn't ask the dice too fall for you. Still your courage comes like thunder through the skies. So you carry time down the tortured line where mysteries show. Well hidden from lifes learned and lifes wise. Mans useless ways and worthless conversation lie well exposed and humbled in your smile. Always the winner, the victor and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you'll never be alone. For evermore the winner. The taker and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you will not grow old. Still you run out in the morning with the boys and the girls. The miracle of innocence on a head of curls. We'll search every reason wherever we roam to find a place for these broken hearts and bones. We'll keep a fire on the hillsides after the summers gone and we'll wait here till the war-wounded come home |
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The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no dorch. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha no reultan na h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an tuil. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cus ag adhradh beairteas air altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh gach cainnt as gach cearn. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach freagairt sios an abhainn gu cuan. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh |
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With the eyes of a child the
wonder of it all. I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small. Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my nursery God. I wanted to ride with Yuri Gagarin as he circled all around my world. Lying under the covers. Radio on. Settle down with Caroline as she sailed all summer long. Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of Gold. I think it was somewhere post Rubber Soul. There was the first caress. There were the Labour years. There was the man that walked the moon something I never really believed. The Di Stefano twists the Charlton goals. Now I'm still here with the eyes of a child the wonder never grows old. Hearthammer. The wonder never grows old |
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