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Jones Howard Howard Jones 12 Ers Vol 2

We're not scared to lose it all Security throw through the wall Future dreams we have to realise A thousand sceptic hands Won't keep us from the things

I was walking down the street With my old friend Luke And the strangest thing we saw There was a flash like dynamite And we fell down to the floor And

There was a time when there was nothing at all Nothing at all, just a distant hum There was a being and he lived on his own He had no one to talk to,