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Bruce Dickinson - 1000 Points Of Light Lyrics




You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you canÂÂÂÂÂ't take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?

People like to build their prison walls
When theyÂÂÂÂÂ're afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

Political speaches theyÂÂÂÂÂ're laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
ThereÂÂÂÂÂ's a world gone crazy ‘cause it canÂÂÂÂÂ't say no

People like to build their prison walls
When theyÂÂÂÂÂ're afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

There should be time for love
But thereÂÂÂÂÂ's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
ThereÂÂÂÂÂ's a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
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You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you canÂÂÂÂÂ't take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?

People like to build their prison walls
When theyÂÂÂÂÂ're afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

Political speaches theyÂÂÂÂÂ're laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
ThereÂÂÂÂÂ's a world gone crazy ‘cause it canÂÂÂÂÂ't say no

People like to build their prison walls
When theyÂÂÂÂÂ're afraid to look inside a

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold

There should be time for love
But thereÂÂÂÂÂ's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
ThereÂÂÂÂÂ's a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÂÂÂÂÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
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Writer: BRUCE DICKINSON, ROGER J. RAMIREZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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