Song | Freedom Someday |
Artist | Level 42 |
Album | Running in the Family [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gould, Gould, King, Lindupp | |
I'm not chasing miracles | |
I don't want no sympathy | |
I'm waiting for the world | |
to keep me company | |
thinking 'bout the universe | |
trying to keep my fears at bay | |
and all I'm hoping for | |
is for someone else to want to say | |
Freedom someday - are you ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday - freedom to live for real | |
I don't want no money | |
but buddy, can you spare the time of day | |
'cause silence is, I'm sure | |
the highest price we pay | |
I don't wish my troubles on anyone | |
but I can wish them well | |
so I'm knocking on your door | |
'cause there's something I would like to say | |
Freedom someday - I'm ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday - freedom to live for real | |
Somehow life goes on | |
but when it's said and done | |
it's such a bitter pill | |
when you think the battle's won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
the battle's in our heads | |
one we alway lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
we can paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world | |
I'm not chasing miracles | |
but I don't choose to be this way | |
now all I'm hoping for | |
is for someone else to hear me say | |
And if our time has come | |
and if our race is run | |
who will pay the bill | |
when you think the battle's won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
but the battle's in our heads | |
one we always lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world |
zuo ci : Gould, Gould, King, Lindupp | |
I' m not chasing miracles | |
I don' t want no sympathy | |
I' m waiting for the world | |
to keep me company | |
thinking ' bout the universe | |
trying to keep my fears at bay | |
and all I' m hoping for | |
is for someone else to want to say | |
Freedom someday are you ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday freedom to live for real | |
I don' t want no money | |
but buddy, can you spare the time of day | |
' cause silence is, I' m sure | |
the highest price we pay | |
I don' t wish my troubles on anyone | |
but I can wish them well | |
so I' m knocking on your door | |
' cause there' s something I would like to say | |
Freedom someday I' m ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday freedom to live for real | |
Somehow life goes on | |
but when it' s said and done | |
it' s such a bitter pill | |
when you think the battle' s won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
the battle' s in our heads | |
one we alway lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
we can paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world | |
I' m not chasing miracles | |
but I don' t choose to be this way | |
now all I' m hoping for | |
is for someone else to hear me say | |
And if our time has come | |
and if our race is run | |
who will pay the bill | |
when you think the battle' s won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
but the battle' s in our heads | |
one we always lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world |
zuò cí : Gould, Gould, King, Lindupp | |
I' m not chasing miracles | |
I don' t want no sympathy | |
I' m waiting for the world | |
to keep me company | |
thinking ' bout the universe | |
trying to keep my fears at bay | |
and all I' m hoping for | |
is for someone else to want to say | |
Freedom someday are you ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday freedom to live for real | |
I don' t want no money | |
but buddy, can you spare the time of day | |
' cause silence is, I' m sure | |
the highest price we pay | |
I don' t wish my troubles on anyone | |
but I can wish them well | |
so I' m knocking on your door | |
' cause there' s something I would like to say | |
Freedom someday I' m ready to make the deal | |
freedom someday freedom to live for real | |
Somehow life goes on | |
but when it' s said and done | |
it' s such a bitter pill | |
when you think the battle' s won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
the battle' s in our heads | |
one we alway lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
we can paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world | |
I' m not chasing miracles | |
but I don' t choose to be this way | |
now all I' m hoping for | |
is for someone else to hear me say | |
And if our time has come | |
and if our race is run | |
who will pay the bill | |
when you think the battle' s won | |
you hear the distant guns | |
of all those fighting still | |
but the battle' s in our heads | |
one we always lose | |
whichever side we choose | |
paint the planet red | |
or black and blue instead | |
but we are one world |