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• Artiste: Refugee
• Titre: Credo
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I believe The life you live you leave Can't conceive An extra mortal sleeve From near times far We come and here we are, we stay To play a while upon this earthly stage and leave To half-remembered tales And half-forgotten lies To sing a while A song in praising style And then forget the words I believe in midnight madness And ships that pass in the night And I believe in love Like a child in Santa Claus The king who wore no clothes Wasn't the only one exposed The queue forms beside me As I sing my credo to a lost cause I believe in constant pauses Like a Roman holiday And I often stop for air As I climb the Spanish stairs And the king whose touch was gold Was surprised as he grew old The queue forms up behind him As he sang his credo to a lost cause I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free And the air don't cost a thing To a bird with a broken wing The wisest king of all Left his wisdom on the wall The queue forms beside me As I sing my credo to a lost cause I believe, and you believe, and we believe we're free And the air don't cost a thing But then, that's only to a bird with a broken wing Yet the wisest king of all Had to leave his wisdom on the wall The queue forms up beside me As I sing my credo to a lost cause I believe The life you live you leave Can't conceive The extra mortal weave From near the stars You are seen from here, they're yours To gaze awhile Down to the universe and smile As we down here We chase the wind and jump the moon And play a while The game in echoed style And disregard the rules