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Classic Crime The Albatross

Twenty two years have passed by As I contemplate I can recall you getting me out of every scrape What comes first to my mind Was the change that I so

Would you go to war for me, baby Would you cry for the weak And die for the peace of men Oh how can we know You and I both know So let's make this

If you listen to the sound of the hope In the children's voices asking questions You'll know how blindness is a blessing But I know your type, you're

A summer drive away from dying: a broken heart nothing to lose. I know it hurts so bad just trying to please the ones you hate to love. And I wrote this

I know it cuts you inside every time that you try To take a pathway in life that leaves you so unobliged Every promise is lies, every smile makes you

I can't stop killing the songs you like You look at me with eyes That could beat the sunrise in a contest No question Well, talk to all the others And