Torn from my mother's side
As the storm of birds arrived
Now I'm an old man and I'm holding out for the words that you sold me
Dream of better times
The cold can really hypnotize
While my thoughts conspire to hold me down
But I know that I'll win again
And I owe you all but more
All they sold was a lie
I got lost in the moonlight
Lost in line
In the cold I got left behind
Torn from my mothers side
as the storm of birds arrived
Now I'm an old man and I'm still holding out
for the words that she told that time
All they sold me was lies
All they owed me was mine
Still lost in the moonlight

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