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Of all the poses, of all the roles Is this the one to turn to? So high and mighty Draped in papal robes Could it be the thing that saves you? Looking out a window, cursing at the sea Waiting for the ship to come and carry me Far, far from the will of the wires Far far from these earthly desires Far far away And when I escape I'll harbor no fear On a mountaintop of stone Bird wings and wild barking dogs are all I'll hear A little heaven for a home Looking cross the valley not a soul in sight Counting every breath to ease my mortal mind Far far from thе weight of the wire Far far from thеse earthly desires Far far away Far away from the bastard and the bully Far away from the simple and the silly boy Of all the poses, of all the roles Is this the one to turn to? From Letras Mania