We were not quite young then
You call it clockwise
In the light of the [?]
In the struggle to rule the second string

In the valley of the little fingers
In the valley of the lead singers

We are not quite done, you
We call it clockwise
Power surges and the backups are fried
We alive but we brought [?]
In the hopeful hearts of glory and dead ringers
In the valley of the lead singers

We were not quite done yeah
You call it clockwise
Just hold the looking glass up to your eyes
See the savior [?]
See invaders of the black and dead ringers
In the valley of the lead singers

In the hopeful hearts of glory and dead ringers
In the valley of the lead singers

Low
Light

We were not quite [?]
We call it clockwise
Allow me here to accept the demise
[?] on your behalf
As you open stare every [?] in here
In the valley of the lead singers

In the hopeful hearts of glory and dead ringers
In the valley of the lead singers

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Writer(s): Allan Carl Newman