A break in the clouds is a break in my day Face the sun of my salvation As Hathaway Jones would have made it his own fate Fly by the wings of your creation
On the top of your head, there is a poem The thought in my head, oh God only knows As everything else will disappoint you I used to be young and bold, but now I'm afraid, I'm getting so old I follow delight to the City of Roses
It's a little-known fact that I can't cope I’m the champion of repression I've had it enough with the east coast I'll die by the wings of my ambition
The city I left, the city of throes The one that I loved, the city of hope As everything else will disappoint you I used to be young and bold, but now I'm of age, I'm getting so old I follow delight to the City of Roses
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