The Riddle - Gigi D'Agostino


[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
             
I got two stro

          
ng arms, bless

        
ings of Babylo

n,
           
time to carry 

           
on and try for

            
 sins and fals

   
e alarms.
          
So to America 

       
the brave,   w

    
ise men sail.

[Chorus]
          
Near a tree by

             
 a river, ther

             
e's a hole in 

    
the ground,
           
where a old ma

             
n of Arran goe

             
s around and a


round
           
in his mind is

             
 a beacon in t

             
he veil of the

 
 night.
           
For a strange 

             
kind of fashio

             
n, there's a w

           
rong and a rig

ht,
            
but he'll neve

          
r, never fight

        
 over you.

[Verse 2]
         
I got time to 

           
kill, sly look

     
s in corridors

,
         
without a plan

 of yours.
             
A blackbird si

          
ngs on bluebir

  
d hill,
             
thanks to the 

             
calling of the

       
 wild,  wise m

       
an's child.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
             
I got plans fo

          
r us, nights i

      
n the scullery
         
and days inste

ad of me.
          
I only know wh

            
at to discuss,

          
 oh, for anyth

          
ing but light,
        
wise men fight

         
ing over you.
             
It's not me yo

          
u see, pieces 

   
of valentine,
           
with just a so

              
ng of mine, to

          
 keep from bur

         
ning history.
          
Seasons of gas

           
oline and gold

     
,   wise men f

old.

[Chorus]
          
Near a tree by

             
 a river, ther

             
e's a hole in 

    
the ground,
           
where a old ma

             
n of Arran goe

             
s around and a


round
           
in his mind is

             
 a beacon in t

             
he veil of the

 
 night.
           
For a strange 

             
kind of fashio

             
n, there's a w

           
rong and a rig

ht,
            
but he'll neve

          
r, never fight

        
 over you.

[Verse 4]
         
I got time to 

           
kill, sly look

     
s in corridors

,
         
without a plan

 of yours.
             
A blackbird si

          
ngs on bluebir

  
d hill,
             
thanks to the 

             
calling of the

       
 wild,  wise m

       
an's child...

[Outro]
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