Lyrics Goodbye To The Village - Chris Kimsey Mix - Killing Joke
                                                Around 
                                                the 
                                                strangers 
                                                moved, 
                                                the 
                                                shouts 
                                                    I 
                                                felt 
                                                within
 
                                    
                                
                                                New 
                                                panoramas 
                                                seen 
                                                (I 
                                                loved 
                                                it 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                was).
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forests 
                                                of 
                                                pylons 
                                                built, 
                                                the 
                                                scaffolding 
                                                is 
                                                raised
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                men 
                                                pursue 
                                                their 
                                                worrk
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                act 
                                                convinced 
                                                of 
                                                freedom.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crossed 
                                                over 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                bridge
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                brook 
                                                was 
                                                running 
                                                ill.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                recognised 
                                                the 
                                                place 
-                                                places 
                                                we 
                                                knew 
                                                as 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                wept 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                sight, 
                                                and 
                                                progress 
                                                tore 
                                                our 
                                                hearts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fences 
                                                divide 
                                                the 
                                                land, 
                                                homes 
                                                boxed 
                                                like 
                                                rabbit 
                                                hutches.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                soil 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                provide, 
                                                no 
                                                king 
                                                and 
                                                land 
                                                are 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Monopolise 
                                                the 
                                                holy 
                                                ground, 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                hold 
                                                as 
                                                sacred
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                shall 
                                                rise, 
                                                no 
                                                valley 
                                                homestead 
                                                seen
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                cities 
                                                never 
                                                end, 
                                                and 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                cities 
                                                stretch 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                promise 
                                                me 
                                                great 
                                                times 
                                                will 
                                                come 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                homelands 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                hearts 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                fade 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                the 
                                                legends 
                                                promise 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                earth 
                                                shall 
                                                rise 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                homelands 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hearts 
                                                of 
                                                men 
                                                shall 
                                                never 
                                                fade 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                village
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                never 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                never 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′ll 
                                                never 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Exile - Chris Kimsey Mix
2 Adorations - Chris Kimsey Mix
3 Sanity - Chris Kimsey Mix
4 Chessboards - Chris Kimsey Mix
5 Twilight of the Mortal (Chris Kimsey Mix) [Remastered]
6 Love Of The Masses - Chris Kimsey Mix
7 A Southern Sky (Remastered)
8 Victory - 2007
9 Wintergardens - Chris Kimsey Mix
10 Rubicon (Chris Kimsey Mix) [Remastered]
11 Goodbye To The Village - Chris Kimsey Mix
12 Ecstasy (Remastered)
13 Adorations (The Supernatural Mix) [Remastered]
14 Sanity (The Insane Mix) [Remastered]
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