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歌手:Lanae Hale
歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com
Write a book ‘bout the times that
Youve held your head in your hands
and youve cried
For poverty to end
Oh no (x3)
Feel the weight of the air
Fall upon your chest
Its getting hard to believe
When lifes such a mess
Oh no (x3)
Apathy will set in soon
If you dont believe
When you fight you cant lose
Oh no, you cant lose, oh no
Try to stand
But your feet keep falling down
Muscles weak, atrophied
By the chill of the ground
Oh no (x3)
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- Write a book ‘bout the times that
Youve held your head in your hands
and youve cried
For poverty to end
Oh no (x3)
Feel the weight of the air
Fall upon your chest
Its getting hard to believe
When lifes such a mess
Oh no (x3)
Apathy will set in soon
If you dont believe
When you fight you cant lose
Oh no, you cant lose, oh no
Try to stand
But your feet keep falling down
Muscles weak, atrophied
By the chill of the ground
Oh no (x3)