Ballad of crystal man    (intro)

 

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1. Walk along and talk along, and live your lives quite freely.

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    But leave our children with their toils of peppermint and candy.

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    For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

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2. Your thoughts they are of Harlequins, your speeches of quicksilver.

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    I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.

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    For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

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3. On the quilted battlefields of soldiers, dazzling made of toy tin.

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    The big bomb like a child`s hand could sweep them dead just so to win.

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    For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

    C                         F                       C                           G

4. As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered Negroes,

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    thinking not of beauty, that spreads like morning sun-glow.

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    For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

        C                              F                          C                    G

5. I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly.

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    And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.

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    For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

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6. Vietnam, your latest game, you`re playing with your blackest queen.

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   Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.

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   For seagull, I don`t want you wings, I don`t want your freedom in a lie.

 

    (Donovan)