Western Hospitality - Club 8
One day we'll come to the point
When we know what we've waited for
We'll march through the cities
With eyes in the distance and leave it all
One day we'll lose just to win
And we'll take nothing at all
Noises will die and when we put out the fires
They'll be no more
When all is over
We don't ask who has won
We will look to
Open fields and the Sun
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