Lyrics
the circle turns round,
throws us to the ground,
it seems like a dream.
history seems to turn,
as well as try to burn......
things into memory
dont you see the assembly,
of things we long forgot.
try to drop, try to throw..
those hatreds out the door,
only to see them once again
The cards we play,
can catch up someday.
our wives will weep today
as we go to play......
this Warriors game
runnin , movn, dodgen to one side
gotta get to the light
flip of the coin of whod be next ,
guess its my turn, be my guest .
runnin, dodgen, jumpn the line
that was close, bide my time
rolln, thrown, what I can,
time to GO
NOT AGAIN
NOT AGAIN
the circle turns round,
throws us to the ground,
it seems, like a dream.
once I saw the daylight,
I knew it be moonlight,
before we get to the other side
runnin the streets, can be...
at the snipers mercy .
once we saw that it was the only way
runnin , movn, dodgen to one side
gotta get to the light
flip of the coin of whod be next ,
guess its my turn, BE MY GUEST
runnin, dodgen, jumpn the line
that was close, bide my time
rolln, thrown, what I can,
time to GO
NOT AGAIN
NOT AGAIN
I see the dream
no more screams
tranquillity
can I believe,
faithfully
in the dream
the warriors word
fighting history,
I will always, believe.......
the circle turns inside...
its his time, once again
............... from the clouds hell return ,
vengeance burns,
in his eyes, well see
runnin , movn, dodgen to one side
gotta get to the light
flip of the coin of whod be next ,
guess its my turn, be my guest
runnin, dodgen, jumpn the line
that was close, bide my time
rolln, thrown, what I can,
time to GO
NOT AGAIN
NOT AGAIN
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