The Queenstons
The Queenstons
The Queenstons
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The Queenstons
The Queenstons
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The Queenstons
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The Queenstons
The Queenstons
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Does it tear you apart
Does it rend you limb from limb
Does it make you wonder
What it's like not to lose but to win
And you go and you cry
And you scream at the top of your lungs
Dodging bullets
Fired from burning guns
And you run and leap
And you hold your arms out trying to fly
Soaring through the clouds
Soaring through the highest highs
Forever still and unbending and unbreaking
You are the figurehead, your life the waves
Forever caught in the wind and the sleet and the rain
You will stay the course 'till the break of day