Too Many Faces

One land
Too many faces
Too many thoughts
Stretching out through the ages

Won't you take my hand?
And I'Il Iead you to
Oh this promised land
I hope you understand
That my promises are beyond the modern man

One life
Too many leaders
Going left, going right
Never going lightly on the little man beneath them
One play folding fact into fable
Here's the cards dealt to you my friend
As they fall now teil me are you able?

So won't you take my hand?
Cos I'Il Iead you to
Oh this promised land
I hope you understand
That my promises are beyond the modern

Well the longer the night
The colder the day
When you woke up to say
Say goodbye to your working man
And say hello to the dreams
Of a faraway land

One land, one land
Faces

So won't you toke my hand?
And I' Il Iead you to this promised land
I hope you understond
That my promises are beyond the modern



Credits
Writer(s): Teresa Anne Bergman
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