Herman Dune - Next Year in Zion Lyrics

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Next Year in Zion

Next Year in Zion Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Next Year in Zion By Herman Dune?
I remember travelling by your side
I was your disciple and you were my guide Now the choice is made and the wrong is done And I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion And I remember the drugs we did I was drinking opium and you were smoking weed There are healthier things I now get high on And I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion I have no home and I have no house And I am quiet like a mouse But I can fight like a giant And I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion Now no one has a thousand friends And something starts where another ends I was wrong when I said you were the one I could rely on And I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion Now drink your wine and drink your beer And kindle your candle on the chandelier It looks like gold but it's made of iron I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion I have no home and I have no house And I am quiet like a mouse But I can fight like a giant And I will meet you next year in Zion Next year in Zion I have no home and I have no house And I am quiet like a mouse But I can roar like a lion And I will meet you next year in Zion I will meet you next year in Zion I will meet you |
Who Wrote Next Year in Zion By Herman Dune?
David Benouaisch
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What's The Duration Of The Next Year in Zion By Herman Dune?The duration of Next Year in Zion is 2:58 minutes and seconds. |
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