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They lied to me and they tried to deceive, but I escaped like a bird from the hunter I sowed my harvest with tears in my eyes, but I'm gathering the corn with laughterLiving in a world that's full of people passing by, Marching to the beat of a different drumAs a watchman at the top of his tall tower, I'm looking towards the hills They stand as sentinels in a fleeting world, from whence will come thy help? Living in a world that's full of people passing by, Marching to the beat of a different drumThe riverbed that once laid so dry is coursing with the rains from the mountains The hanging sun burns me not by the day, nor the moon as it fixes the deep of the night Living in a world that's full of people passing by, Marching to the beat of a different drumWell the tourist, to be met by faceless chance, but a pilgrim to march to the master of the danceLetras de cancionesThe mountains' iron will never be shaken; I lie at peace, like a child in its mother's armsLiving in a world that's full of people passing by, Marching to the beat of a different drumMarching to the beat, marching to the beat, Marching to the beat of a different drumMarching to the beat, marching to the beat, Marching to the beat of a different drum From Letras Mania