I feel the winds of change, more than

meets the eye. I got fire on this face, oh

Lord, no can do

Here we are, again, myriads of temptation

and then, now the beast, let us fight, senses

dull I do this every night. Pot of gold. If I

fall, then you'd come again to take my all,

so I say, baby no way

Pushing, pulling me, take me to the

edge insanity, now this beast, will I fight,

can't tell right from wrong from black from

white, pot of gold, if I fall, so you come

again to take my all, so I say, baby, no way



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