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Building a Temple

Cerrone

I don't want to talk about
The same old situation.
I've been down all those tracks before
A nowhere station.
Yeah, I've been disillusioned
But my spirit remained unbroken.
Somehow I knew I'd meet you
Without a word being spoken.

And when money talked to me
It never said anything I needed to hear.
Its promises are paradise
With tricks and illusions.

Here I stand on my own two feet.
I'm alive, flesh blood.
I survive with this heart, with these hands.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.

Now, love has been a word
I never truly understood.
And if it got me through the night
It was the best I could hope for.
Now I've left all those wilderness years behind me.
Been running so hard
Not even my shadow could find me.

Here I stand on my own two feet.
And I'm proud, and I'm here to face the crowd
With this heart, with this voice.
Let's talk about life.
Let's talk about hope.
Let's talk about trust.
Let's talk about faith.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.
I'm building a temple.

Now I found something to believe in
Brick by brick, piece by piece.
We're gonna build it up.
No more tricks
Fandangled schemes.

Here I stand on my own two feet.
And I'm proud, and I'm here to face the crowd
With this heart, with this voice.
Let's talk about life.
Let's talk about hope.
Let's talk about trust.
Let's talk about faith.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.

Let's talk about life.
Let's talk about hope.
Let's talk about trust.
Let's talk about faith.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.
I'm building a temple, building a temple.
I'm building a temple.

Composição: Marc Cerrone/Charles Olins





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