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David Bowie Thru These Architet S Eyes

the soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes Cold winter bleeds on the girders

soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes Cold winter bleeds on the girders

soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes Cold winter bleeds on the girders