Darkness folds and no one see
The shadow of you, the shadow of meI close my eyes and hope to be
A black golden eagle flying free
I wish I was strong not to agree
On everything they ask of me
I wish I was a bird on a tree
Who flew after finding the key
But in life there's always a fee
Dollars, Euros, Dinars and rupee
The world have changed 180 degree The sea is a land and the land is the sea
And goodness somewhere far it flee
The word to describe this, is the F word and the B
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