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Pete Townshend White City A Novel

Say goodbye to the brilliant blues Say goodbye to the brilliant blues Say goodbye.... It's time, to live So make me, take me It's time, to give So don

face,got to face the face. Got to Got to You must have tried and defied belief Maybe found futility in insular grief I need your hunger you need mine A

Give blood But you may find that blood is enough Give blood And there are some who'll say it's not enough Give blood But don't expect too ever see reward

I see the panic of people in motion I can stand here, look out on an ocean. I am a wall awaiting a catchword. I see the city laid out like a patchwork

of the White City fighting The White City Fighting, remember, remember The White City Fighting, remember, remember No one remembers, not that I can see That we were defenders, we were the free The White City