George Michael - Patience | Текст песни

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• George Michael
• Patience

It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe

Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?

Such destrection, and pure white castles in the sand

No time for introduction

With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"

But the old man says,

"You want my family, for your liberty...I can't do that."

Look into the eyes of any patient man

Whether they be amber, green or blue,

There's a piece of God staring back at you

But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves

They see our broken women

On imaginary shelves

But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?

Don't you want it?

Can't you see the things that you lack?"

Children in his arms, he turns his back

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