City
(written by Mark Greaney)
When I ramble down
In my paltry crown
I hear things will change
But nothing will change
And you tumble down
In your tattered gown
They say things will change
But nothing will change
Through the loss, the pain
Oh the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Oh the life to gain
Through the loss, the pain
Oh the life......
You can drink your wine
From the earthly vines
They say things will change
But nothing will change
Through the loss, the pain
Oh the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Oh the life to gain
Through the loss the pain
Oh the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Oh the life......
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