I got you
I got you
I got two strong arms
Blasting off of you
Along with time to carry on
And travel with sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Yes, I need you to see
Pieces of Valentine with just
A son of mine to keep
From burning history
Seasons of gasol and of gold
Why's my name
The red tree by the river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man and a fairy
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of passion
There's a wrong and a right
The red tree by the river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man and a fairy
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of passion
Strange catastrophes and there's a wrong and a right
But never ever find them
But never ever find only you
I got two stars
I got two strong arms
Lasted a far too long with time
To carry on and try for sins and false alarms
Sold to America the brave
Yes I'm here
Easy to see
Pieces of valentine
Just a sort of magic key
From burning history
Seasons of gaslighting
Wise men fall
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of barren
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange cat of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of barren
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange cat of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But never ever find them
But never ever find only you
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For a strange cat of fashion


Just a sort of magic key

From burning history

Stride through the think-like
We'll see you next time.