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Pieces Of Eight

It's six O'clock, good morning sounds are everywhere

The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair

I hurry through my life never stopping to see

How beautiful it was meant to beI'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise

Broken dreams as we shuffle byIt's six O'clock, it's quitting time I'm done for the day

Out on the streets, I overheard a lady say

We now have everything, or so people say

But now this emptiness haunts me every dayWe seek the lion's share never knowing why

Come alive spread your wings and flyPieces of eight, the search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight can't buy you everything

Don't let it turn your heart to stonePieces of eight, the search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness

Don't let it turn your heart to stonePieces of eight, the search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness

Don't let it turn your heart to stone

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