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Yearning The Race

We ran across frozen mines Sweeping through gates of dawn As the sun was gleaming blue Gaping through me and you

We ran across frozen mines Sweeping through gates of dawn As the sun was gleaming blue Gaping through me and you

If fear's what makes us decide Our future journey I'm not along for a life 'Cause I'm still yearning To try and touch the sky My fingers burning Before

You know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my little cat. But unconsciously yearning

sin Ritualist! Incubation and isolation Ritualist! A new storm is brewing Away with obstacles to progress Those deficient in ambition to prosperity Yearning

for a punk suck new jack I must stay focus and keep my mind open The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking For punks trying to get respect and yearning

drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city I sit yearning

It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the

by color of skin I wanna live on a happier planet Where I'm respected for the love I give Do you find this all entertaining? Destruction of the human race