Gratitude by Killing Joke
let me tell you about the hearts of my people let me tell you of the meaning of our tribe a dream unspoken, a promised kept the secret comes alive
for all the years i've watched your back and you've watched mine we always knew the clouds would part and a golden dawn will shine
and when you find yourself alont the untrodden path remember me with a smile, a drink, a gesture or a laugh gratitude
you look at me but i've been looking at you we only were a mirror to show what you could do o innovator, o enlightened scolar play and write rewrite the old books, rennaisance perform new rites of light
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