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Song: | Exiles |
Album: | Usa | Genres: | Rock |
Year: | | Length: | 435 sec |
Lyricist: King Crimson
Lyrics:
Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy
Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what I mean Rain...and the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go The trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me But now this better life Has brought a different understanding And through these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury...
My home...was a place by the sand Cliffs...and a military band Blew an air of normality
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