Looking out my window staring At the things that I can t see If I listen closely
I can hear a dying dream I m wrapped up in the warmth Of an unforgiving mind I m on vacation in another time And we can thank the TV We can thank the men of old For this legacy of hate Somehow they have sold I m wrapped up in the the warmth Of an unforgiving game I m on vacation in the land of shame When the pigs are flying And it s freezing cold in hell Maybe we ll forgive the children
baby Only time can tell
.yeah
yeah If I listen closely I can hear a dying dream I m on vacation in the land of shame We ll be alone together In a world we call our own We ll be alone together In a place that doesn t feel like home I can hear a dying
We ll be alone together We ll leave this land of shame |
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