Making the sound of war ,
Other dissidents , actualy
Are watching the sky , wondering how ,
The day after will be
Breeding the seeds of change ,
Other dissidents , hopefully
Are bulding a tone for life , another flag ,
Or what ever may be
Because if i watch the face of earth
I’ll make a rule saying
If i walk throught the dead
I will make a change
Where’s my tainted love
Turning the streets to riot ,
Other dissidents , hunting thee
Humming in the air , isn’t it fair ? , the end of your story
Breathing the wind of change ,
Other dissidents , surely
Are singing a tune for love , for other faces ,
For what ever may be

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