oh oh after the love has gone what used to be right is wrong Can love that's lost be found Oh woh woh after the love has gone what used to be right
the beggars Robbed in their blankets they try to hang on Light from the street lane seems to shine better After the autumn has been here and gone God
from this great demise. After the ordeal we know she has the powers to decieve us all. But their dream of sons and daughters has made them standing tall