Well I could have been that man
your prophecy in hand
baby you were away before
when I was armed to fight your fathers war
oh what could tomorrow bring
well I learned to dance I learned to sing
but you cut my throat and clipped my wings
oh what could tomorrow bring
Well I found my way home
by chasing rolling stones
they form a big star
and all them shiney cars
waiting to hear your voiceWell I could have been that man
your prophecy in hand
baby you were away before
when I was armed to fight your fathers war
oh what could tomorrow bring
well I learned to dance I learned to sing
but you cut my throat and clipped my wings
oh what could tomorrow bring
Well I found my way home
by chasing rolling stones
they form a big star
and all them shiney cars
waiting to hear your voice

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