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The Ballad Of A Crystal Man

Donovan Leitch / Donovan: Fairytale (1965)

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Walk along and talk along, And live your lives quite freely.
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But leave our children with their toys, Of peppermint and candy.
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For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.
 
Your thoughts they are of harlequin, Your speeches of quick-silver. 
I read your faces like a poem, Kaleidoscope of hate words. 
For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. 
 
On the quilted battle-fields of soldiers, Dazzling made of toy tin. 
The big bomb, like a child's hand, Could sweep them dead just so to win. 
For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. 
 
As you fill your glasses, With the wine of murdered Negroes. 
Thinking not of beauty that, Spreads like morning sun-glow. 
For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. 
 
I pray your dreams of vivid screams, Of children dying slowly. 
And as you polish up your guns, Your real self be re-flecting. 
For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. 
solo:
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Vietnam; your latest game, You're playing with your blackest Queen. 
Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream. 
For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie. 


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