| Turning Tide |
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Let me show you a face-in disguise
Uncover
A colour that's faded
Swept aside by the tide.
Scene after scene, later
There's a grey dust that's in our eyes
A misty cover
That hides on the turning tide.
Wooh..
The soul of a proud man drowns
Sad insinuation
Using words that are unwise
How they waver in your eyes
Wheels within wheels are turning
By now you know
Wooh..
The soul of a proud man drowns
For so long a proud man
As we face the fierce wind
And the turning tide. |
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