Get your sweets from the candyman Get your truth from the shelf Don't buy into the fairy tale Just be good to yourself ‘Cos you know that I love you girl You're my way out of hell But I've just one more song to sing One more story to tell
When I'm tired of the bright lights When I'm tired of the wine I'll go down to Wheal Mexico To the depths of the mine When I'm forty years older When I'm wrinkled and wise I will trade all my liberty For that look in your eyes
Reason gonna bind you Cripple and confine you Listen as your poor heart breaks Take a trip to America Let the wind blow right through your hair We'll buy beer and some hope to share Everyday
‘Cos freedom is no small thing We punish the child for flying too high For rushing like the wind
Reason gonna bind you Cripple and confine you Listen as your poor heart breaks
Stars are like diamonds We fly across the sky for them No one's gonna change who we are
‘Cos freedom is no small thing We punish the child for flying too high For rushing like the wind
Compositores: Curt Altman Smith (Curt Smith) (PRS), Roland Orzabal (Tears For Fears) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #32472812 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM