It's six o'clock Good morning sounds are everywhere The warmth of spring A gentle breeze blows through my hair
I hurry through my life Never stopping to see How beautiful It was meant to be
I'm just a prisoner In a king's disguise Broken dreams as we shuffle by
It's six o'clock, it's quitting time I'm done for the day Out on the streets I overheard a lady say We now have everything Or so people say But now this emptiness Haunts me every day We seek the lion's share Never knowing why Come alive spread your wings and fly
Pieces of eight The search for the money tree Don't cash your freedoms in for gold Pieces of eight Can't buy you everything Don't let it turn your heart to stone
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Pieces of eight The search for the money tree Don't cash your freedoms in for gold Pieces of eight Treasures filled with emptiness Don't let it turn your heart to stone
Pieces of eight The search for the money tree Don't cash your freedoms in for gold Pieces of eight Treasures filled with emptiness Don't let it turn your heart to stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
