It's six o'clock Good morning sounds are everywhere The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair I hurry through my life never stopping to see How beautiful it was meant to be I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise Broken dreams as we shuffle by It's six o'clock it's quitting time I'm done for the day Out on the streets I overheard a lady say We now have everything or so people say BUt now this emptiness haunts me every day We seek the lion's shaare never knowing why Come alive spreaI your wings and fly CHORUS Pieces of eight The searcfor the money tree Don't cash your freedoms in for gold Pieces of eight Can't buy you everything Don't let it turn your heart to stone
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