Catch 22 On the Black sea (1924) Lyrics:
Goodbye my friend and mentor, we'll never see a
man quite like you again. In an age of revolution,
restitution we sought You were the spark we were
the fuel and we burned bright as the sun. Those
were the days we could have fought anyone anywhere
on anything, and after all these years how could
we try, should we try to follow someone else?

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of
here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. We're
on this train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll
make it back again because the fire's burning low
and the wind is blowing mighty cold. We're on this
train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll make it
back again because the fire's burning low and the
wind is blowing mighty cold.

Push push push until we get just what we want, we
always push push push 'til we can get them what
they need We can take the lives of others so that
all may truly live, but the will to truly live..
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is something I can't give to them.

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of
here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. We're
on this train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll
make it back again because the fire's burning low
and the wind is blowing mighty cold. We're on this
train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll make it
back again because the fire's burning low and the
wind is blowing mighty cold.

Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection as I
look into this Black Sea of atrophy I just got the
message of your passing from the man who digs our-
They are digging graves for all our dreams and it
seems that they are digging by the plot I can feel
the old corruption peering from the black, and I
don't know if we can fight it back again.

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of
here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. We're
on this train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll
make it back again because the fire's burning low
and the wind is blowing mighty cold. We're on this
train to nowhere and I don't know if we'll make it
back again because the fire's burning low and the
wind is blowing mighty cold.
Lyrics: On the Black sea (1924), Catch 22 [end]