Текст песни 1000 Points Of Light - Live At The Marquee - Bruce Dickinson
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                sail 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                ship 
                                                of 
                                                fools
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                smuggle 
                                                in 
                                                Mozes 
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                book 
                                                of 
                                                rules
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                can'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 
                                                they're 
                                                afraid 
                                                to 
                                                look 
                                                inside 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thousand 
                                                points 
                                                of 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                the 
                                                muzzle 
                                                flashes 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                freedoms 
                                                you 
                                                profess 
                                                to 
                                                hold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won't 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Political 
                                                speaches 
                                                they're 
                                                laying 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                else 
                                                matters 
                                                but 
                                                money 
                                                and 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me 
                                                your 
                                                freedom 
                                                is 
                                                do 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                like
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                gone 
                                                crazy 
                                                'cause 
                                                it 
                                                can't 
                                                say 
                                                no
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                build 
                                                their 
                                                prison 
                                                walls
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                they're 
                                                afraid 
                                                to 
                                                look 
                                                inside 
                                                a
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thousand 
                                                points 
                                                of 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                the 
                                                muzzle 
                                                flashes 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                freedoms 
                                                you 
                                                profess 
                                                to 
                                                hold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won'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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won't 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                too 
                                                much 
                                                room 
                                                for 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                much 
                                                sliding 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                much 
                                                abuse 
                                                of 
                                                wasted 
                                                youth
 
                                    
                                
                                                There'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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won'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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won't 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Альбом
                                
Alive                                
                                
                            
                        1 Cyclops
2 Shoot All the Clowns
3 Son of a Gun
4 Tears of the Dragon
5 1000 Points of Light
6 Sacred Cowboys
7 Tattooed Millionaire
8 Born In '58
9 Fire
10 Change of Heart
11 Hell No
12 Laughing In the Hiding Bush
13 Cyclops - Live At The Marquee
14 1000 Points Of Light - Live At The Marquee
15 Born In '58 - Live At The Marquee
16 Gods of War
17 Change Of Heart - Live At The Marquee
18 Laughing In The Hiding Bush - Live At The Marquee
19 Hell No - Live At The Marquee
20 Tears Of The Dragon - Live At The Marquee
21 Shoot All The Clowns - Live At The Marquee
22 Sacred Cowboys - Live At The Marquee
23 Son Of A Gun - Live At The Marquee
24 Tattooed Millionaire - Live At The Marquee
25 Trumpets of Jericho
26 King In Crimson
27 Chemical Wedding
28 Gates of Urizen
29 Killing Floor
30 Book of Thel - Live
31 Tears Of The Dragon - Live In Brazil
32 Laughing In The Hiding Bush - Live In Brazil
33 Accident of Birth
34 The Tower
35 Dark Side of Aquarius
36 Road To Hell
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