---------------------------------------- 5. The Island They say that skies are living on are buring Those mighty old, seaters bleeding in the heat There showing pictures on the television Women and Children dying in the streets Now i was delighted in our own place Still tryin to reach the future through the past Still trying to carve tommorrow from a tomb stone But hey dont listen to me 'cos this wasnt meant to be no sad song Heard to much of that before Right now i only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes fallen I wanna take you to the island And trace your footprints in the Sand And in the evening when the comes down WE'll make love to the sound of the ocean there is, batters over by the market White washed slogans on the shipyard wall Which doctors prayin for a mighty show down No way those holy flags gonna fall Up here we sacrafise our children To feed worn out dreams of yesterday Diane would lead us, its a glory But hey dont listen to me Cos this wasnt meant to be no sad song Heard to much of that before Right now i only wanna be here with you Till the morning dew comes fallen I wanna take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand And in the evening when the sun comes down WE'll make love to the sound of the ocean Played folk dont hear all the story i know The peace of love is poppin out I guess, the young boy's dying in the ditch Its just what being free is all about Now listen, twisted wreckige, down on main stream Bring up altogether in the end WE go marching down the road, freedom Freedom x 2 --------------------------------------------- |
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