54-40 Selection Re-In-Living It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes were where they belong Huddled together feel the warmth Thoughts were where they belong. I walk down the road, leap a ditch And mount a hill despite the wind. And he bowed on the point of going How loyal had they been Make up matters by a grand funeral How loyal had they been. I could say that to anyone else, there was no such guilt. Do I have to say it to you I refuse to set foot. Tired out by play and performance Heroic but unsung. Final attempt gaining guidance Heroic but unsung. I see what is right and I do so approve But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove. |
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