I wish there was another year another time. When people sang and poems rhymed. My name could be napoleon. A thousand ships . A windy sail, so huge and high it's tall enough to touch the sky. It's beautiful but hard to find. But I just wasn't born in time.
Walking back to waterloo again . Where do I begin ? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
I can dream of growing trees and things that live and grass that's green In meadows that have never been. But I still place my trust in the queen. What is life when a man is pressured based on wrong or right. And I don't know what it means. There must be more we haven't seen.
Walking back to waterloo again. Where do I begin? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
Walking back to waterloo again. Where do I begin? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end
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