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QUEENSRYCHE lyrics : "Promised Land 8:25"

(Chris DeGarmo, Eddie Jackson, Scott Rockenfield, Geoff Tate,
Michael Wilton)


Watching the sand fall,

listening for the knock

upon my door,
and waiting. . .
for Promised Land.


Standing neck deep in life,
my ring of brass

lay rusting on the floor.
Is this all?,
because it's not what I expected.


Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close

fled the fast lane.
I didn't notice,
I just had to make it.

head down, nose to the grindstone;
the kiss of life
placed on my brow

somehow slid to the ground
and lies buried six feet under.


Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender . . . bring another drink for their favorite son."


Where did it all go wrong?
What's the use in even holding on?

Here's to love, hate . . . and promises.

Almost called it today.

Turned to face "The Void"
numb with the suffering
and the question,

"Why am I. . . ?"
So many times I've
tried and failed to

gather my courage, reach again for that nail.
Life's been like
dragging feet through sand,

and never finding . . . Promised Land.

Preaching from the floor again

the same old sad song,
"Bartender . . . bring another drink for their favorite son."
Where did it all go wrong?

I feel like I'm dying.
Here's to love, to hate,
to promises and Promised Land lies.

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