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wild wind blows
from the towns of cement and the beauty
There must be some common ground, nothing s left
there must be some common ground
And the hook goes early and the critic is king, a cry from the heart Ground, if we surrender ourself to industrial rules
Hold it there must be some common ground, nothing s found
Hold it there must be some common ground, there s no time to be absent Oil, nor can i work out how the wild
Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse, nothing s left
There must be some common ground, nothing s found, i could never figure the calendars flow
Nothing s left, a whisper it s turned howl, from the towns of cement and the beauty
A whisper it s turned howl, hold it there must be some common ground, can we see some common ground
nothing s left
Something s found, nothing s found
There must be some common ground, there must be some common ground, nothing s found
something s found
It s hard to stay human and stand in the ring, and the hook goes early and the critic is king
Nothing s left, nothing s left, these are not dispassionate words of the cool
i could never figure the calendars flow
i could never figure the calendars flow
It s hard to stay human and stand in the ring, nothing s left, can we see some common ground
nothing s left
There must be some common ground, i heard a calling out
nothing s left
A cry from the heart, a whisper it s turned howl, while shylock is smiling we re loaded like mules