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HAVEN

Insult, scorn and ridicule
Ignorance divides
Selling souls to the uniformed
Bureaucracy of lies
But out here we are free
Between the rock and the tree
What price for sweet freedoms gentle grace?

Take me to the hill tops
Where the air is fresh and clean
We'll look down on this crazy world
Of a thousand shades of grey

Victims cry for mercy
The elders dare not sleep
Voices remain silent
While evil stalks the street
But out here we are free
Between the rock and the tree
What price for sweet freedoms gentle grace?

Take me to the hill tops
Where the air is fresh and clean
We'll look down on this crazy world
Of a thousand shades of grey


 
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