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Street Fighting Years

Chased you out of this world, didn't mean to stop,
I turned around and suddenly you were gone.
Like some bird from paradise, the fire and ice,
We turned around and suddenly you where gone, gone, gone.
And now summer burns a hole inside and years are golden once again,
My thoughts return to you my dear young friend.

Oh come this way.
Will you look down this way?
I go down on the street,
Where the wild wind's blowing,
Here comes a hurricane.

I say come down this way.
Will you look down this way?
I need you tonight.
I need you around me.

I'm looking through the windows,
And my mind goes in a whirl,
Well there's a multitude of candles,
Burning in the windows of this world.
I'm looking at the colours,
Checking out the straights,
I'm counting out the numbers,
Will tomorrow never change?

Still I hear you and I love you,
And I'll follow you elsewhere,
And I'll remember this occasion,
I'll remember being aware.

'Cause we've got panic in the evening,
We've got fall-out in the streets,
And I hear you and I follow you,
And I'll call out and I'll say.
That I can hear your sister call out,
And I hear her call your name,
They're calling sweet surrender,
And things won't be the same.
And don't you think that I don't care,
And don't you think that I don't know,
And don't you hear them calling out,
In a place not far from here.

And I hear big wheels are turning,
Some things are not to fear.
They say this is the time and place,
They call street fighting years.

And I love you, I look for you,
And I walk to you, I walk to you.
And I hear big wheels are turning,
Is there no way out of here?
They'll be calling out tomorrow.