Bruce Cockburn

Fascist architecture of my own design
Too long been keeping my love confined
You tore me out of myself alive
Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat
While the magnificent facades crumble and burn
The billion facets of brilliant love
The billion facets of freedom turning in the light
Bloody nose and burning eyes
Raised in laughter to the skies
Ive been in trouble but Im ok
Been through the wringer but Im ok
Walls are falling and Im ok
Under the mercy and Im ok
Gonna tell my old lady
Gonna tell my little girl
There isnt anything in the world
That can lock up my love again
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