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Rejected for no reason
He finds it easy to cry
Another day that pases
How he tries to hide
Confused with how he s feeling
Ends up wanting much more
Waits for the bell to ring
But no-one s at the door.
Living in a jail house
A cell of his own
Will he ever have his freedom
Inside of his home?
And the warden is his father
The watcher his mum
Under lock and key
Until he s 21

Uncertain where he s going
Uncertain of his love
Uncertain what is coming
Is this the punishment for love?

They gave him everything he wanted
And a little bit more
But nothing seems to please him
He stares at the floor
Watching from the window
His friends passing by
Wishing he could be there (never satisfied)
Living in a jailhouse
A cell of his own
Will he ever have his freedom
Inside of his home
The judge it is his father
The jury his mum
He ll just have to serve his sentence
Until he s 21

Well you know
Time waits for no-one
Got a pace of its own
The dawning of an idea
To go it alone
Longing for adventure
Fear of the unknown
Trying to find the courage
Make a break of his own
Fleeing from that jailhouse
His heart full of hope
There s a ride waiting for him
To take him to the smoke

YOU MUST BE MADE OF STONE
TO PUSH A-WAY
THOSE POI-SON AR-ROWS
IT S EA-SY TO JUDGE AND POINT
IT S HIM
IT S HIM
IT S HIM
WHO IS WRONG
YOU CAN BE FREE A-GAIN
REST IN THE SHA-DOW
TRUST IN TO-MOR-ROW
THEY WANT TO STEAL YOUR SOUL
A-WAY...

Listen, heart
Listen close- listen
2 the melancholy
Melody of your own voice
I am weary
Of my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
so this time, I m leaping

Chorus:
I reauch- beyond myself 2 see
What...

Climbing the hill of disillusion
Suffering the pain of this journey
All the sorrow flows into the valley
And from high I contemplate...

I fade reminding that vengeance is an empty cup
While the nectar s taste vanishes away from my lips
The betrayer soul that guides me until here
Now disappears, hides from me...

I search,...

In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love

For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river
Midst...

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