Track 3 g '68

Hey kid, don't listen to 'em
We got a long, long way to go
And yes Death speaks the truth
But it's imagination that she lacks

May your response be riddled with truth
May your responses be nothing but trust

If trust would be my lover
I'd take her anywhere I go
We'd mark the wolves of the cities
One by one
Until our hands showed their bones and
For once Love would be immortal

And the rivers wanna speak
And the deserts sing as well
I "want" too
I want a war

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