City

When I ramble down
In my paltry crown
I hear that things will change
But nothing will change

And you tumble down
In your tattered gown
They say things will change
But nothing will change

Through the loss, the pain
Of the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Of the life to gain
Through the loss, the pain
Of the life

You can drink your wine
Oh, from your earthly vines
They say things will change
But nothing will change

Through the loss, the pain
Of the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Of the life to gain
Through the loss, the pain
Of the life

Through the loss, the pain
Of the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Of the life to gain
Through the loss, the pain
Of the love you'll gain
Through the years of strain
Of the life



Credits
Writer(s): Mark William Greaney
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