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Album: End Of The Age
The boy doesn't hesitate; he's too young to know his fate,
And he begins the race a thousand miles from Bourbon Way,
But time was not kind, and something got left behind: a piece of his mind in an alley off Bourbon Way.
Life is hard, even when you know your way home,
The anguish of spirit follows wherever he roams,
And the time of the end is the time of no room,
Doing time on Bourbon Way.
Every man has a demon inside,
Every man has a child who cries,
If we all give a grain of sand, we can rebuild Bourbon Way.
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