Blood run hot
Fire burn cold
Stir the pot
And count the gold
Man grows old
His heart stays young
Life refuses to release its hold
Until his song is sung
The bird in the cage
Knows the song of freedom the best
Only with a new age
Can his chains rest
The fields of green where I roam
Will never bring me home
Never bring me home
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