run-ing to the win-dows, peer-ing in and cry-ing out, the mar-tyrs play with me, they'll stay the course of our ex-pan-sion, e-ver far-ther. spread my bliss, so call can see, the rounds ive won, the friend that i will be. on-ly just-i-fy-ing just that li-ttle cost to entry.

Description: John