In Civilian Clothing – Letras de Poets Of The Great Salvation

Let it be time
Poets of the great salvation change
You’re in no place to realize
I’m in no place to draw the line
Let it be time

No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight
Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine

Let it be wise
Poets of the great salvation change
You’re in no place to realize
I’m in no place to criticize
Let it be time

Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine
No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight
Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine
No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight

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