Good, The Bad And The Queen
Good, The Bad And The Queen - A Soldier's Tale lyrics
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Wake up feeling good Go to bed frequently lost in the wood A soldier's tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now out Birdsong in the night The sound drags a net through the twilight Emptiness in computors bothers me These are the seas in our minds We make our own confine in time
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