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Letras:Towers Of London. Blood Sweat & Towers. Son Of A Preacher.


You know that feeling inside you when you?re alive
Isn?t it nice?
And there?s nothing there to stop you from touching the sky
We can reach high

People notice just who you are
They always try and bring you down
Well don?t stop because you do it to yourself

He?s a son of a preacher but he?s nothing to teach you
He just wants to make noise
He?s an ordinary guy he?s got nothing to hide
He?s just one of the boys
Towers Of London