Hail The Sunny Days (live)
Share some thoughts for all the pretty people
Bless the gods and all the wealthy fellas
See how they run, see how they try
To give their best for all our beauty
They wear dignity like the falling angels
Proper shoes and the velvet trousers
We were tramps and whores who gathered around
Let`s shed a tear for those who`s crying
And there aint no shame
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
So use your sunny day
We`re the dirt in the fields you're running
We`re the springtime`s first carnation
And we are all alone and so we stand
Above you all, the matched creation
Let`s all sing for our broken future
Let`s sing for all the idiots
Who will not share their lands
Their lands of gold and big ideas
We ain`t got nothing to live up to
And there ain`t no shame
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
Everybody gets their shots of being someone
So use your sunny day
And we share our pain
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
So hail the sunny days
And there ain`t no shame
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
So hail your sunny day
And we share our pain
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
So hail the sunny days
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Hazel
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My Land
This is the street where people live in fear of senseless crime and poverty. And the colour of your skin decides if you should pay the penalty. This is the city where only money