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Heal This Place |
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"Heal This Place" (08/02/03) © 2003 Brian Eggertsen/Jógvan D. Feirup All Rights Reserved Mother and baby girl rolling around the town Pushing ripped umbrellas on a battered wagon Stands alone in a dream don't let it bring you down Feel like a bouquet from a homeless florists son To be resigned a bum ain't the end of it all Trade the rodden orange for a new to survive Reminiscing colours of people painted tall The honest promises will they ever arrive Headlines in the paper sell the famous pictures There is no turning back cause this time it's for real No person on this earth which can you discourage You gotta hurry up this place needs to be healed You gotta heal this place, you gotta heal this place, for every one of us When the shoe doesn't fit don't try to press it on A gun distracts your mind from liberies cries Because a bird can't sing if the tune is all wrong Wouldn't give you a dime to roll those seven eyes Soul's fight alone in the steel bos of poverty Sacrafice the shallow drive the whole world insane Through the greyhen haze you keep the sad smiles happy Sick and tired of playing the same government game Briefing starving hunters with the smell of fresh blood Re-write history as if it was never told The working man's bold in hails several culture nods Believe in your own ears life is empty and cold You gotta heal this place, you gotta heal this place, for every one of us Everywhere you go there you are No matter how much you take away All places you've been I have seen None of them ever wanted to stay Confess the lies you're talking Confront the miles you're walking Everybody's afraid of something in this land Your fever's losing ground the aching is so loud I wish I could more than just a helping hand But it's so hard to reach that far within the crowd You've been racing for years but still no finish line For they're concentrating on the less cueller things Breathing with you I forget the concept of time A woman shows off her big engraved wedding ring The creepers they never seek for stuff that's not there His preaching words divide all the right from all wrong Mountains of pain's forming from burdens I can't bare I hope this place is where beauty will soon belong You gotta heal this place, you gotta heal this place For every one of us |
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