Bruce Cockburn fascist architecture

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Fascist architecture of my own design
Too long been keeping my love confined
You tore me out of myself alive
Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat
While the magnificent facades crumble and burn
The billion facets of brilliant love
The billion facets of freedom turning in the light
Bloody nose and burning eyes
Raised in laughter to the skies
I've been in trouble but I'm okay
Been through the wringer but I'm okay
Walls are falling and I'm okay
Under the mercy and I'm okay
Gonna tell my old lady, gonna tell my little girl
There isn't anything in the world
That can lock up my love again
Gonna tell my old lady, gonna tell my little girl
There isn't anything in the world
That can lock up my love again

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