The sun hits like a bullet of faith
And then suddenly I'm wide awake
Fake bliss, our apologies made
Was an enemy with no escapeMy hands were tied
But now they're mine
So grab on to desire and run awayThese will be the years
These will be the years
The lights will all appear
These will be the years
Years
Years
These will be the years
YearsGrey dust now sparkling gold
And the best is yet to unfold
White heat found in comfort and cold
And a heart was found in her soulHer hands were tied
But now they're mine
So grab on, and wherever you'll go, I'll go
These will be the years
These will be the years
The lights will all appear
These will be the years
YearsThese will be the yearsYears
These will be the years
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