(Dennis DeYoung) 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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