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Four young gentlemen

Photos on the wall.
Familiar smiles.
Good times gone.
Silly reason to cry.
When your love is alive,
When the pardon so hard to find.
They are coming in
An every dream.
Still you’re waiting,
Maybe it seems.
When the moment is gone,
Like a dog on the road you’re alone.
Anything is gonna coming,
Bird of prey above my head.
In the tears of lonely Poline…
Four young gentlemen.

Often over you,
A rain in the clouds.
Tell the truth
Whenever you lie,
When you’re looking around,
When you’re talking about love.
Living all your days
Upon the red line.
Walking down your roads in the night.
If you really so blind,
If you nothing to see around.
Anything is gonna coming,
Bird of prey above my head.
In the tears of lonely Poline…
Four young gentlemen.

Dancing in the mirror,
Sleeping at the meadows,
Traveling in time.
Talking to the spirits of the famous deadmen, night by night.
Really, they are thinking what you need another man.
Four young gentlemen.

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