Album: Rock
Beautifully plain, perpetual rains are fallin' down before me
A fatal mistake, forever forgotten wholly
You hear me
Clouds without water with banter they move
Forecast is calm vain words ring smooth
August will come and save the truth
Why do fools toil when gifts must be freely given?
Answer this question, won't you?
And the wise believe lies
But the child gives ears to listen and speaks words of wisdom
He hears them
Hold up your hands, look to the sky
All becomes clear when you close your eyes
August will come, you'll never die
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