Song | History Boys |
Artist | Nerina Pallot |
Album | Year Of The Wolf |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:13.640] | Six million souls lost to thin air |
[00:26.700] | Are wandering the earth again |
[00:33.780] | Lives, not numbers |
[00:38.530] | . |
[00:43.220] | All these ghosts, sons of mothers |
[00:56.150] | History is empty arms |
[01:02.470] | It's just one thing after another |
[01:08.650] | And slowly we follow behind our boys |
[01:17.340] | . |
[01:22.340] | One day I'll have a child of my own |
[01:34.840] | How will I tell him, oh |
[01:41.650] | This world, this world it is a good place |
[01:48.590] | How will I hide the fear from my face? |
[01:56.590] | . |
[02:27.170] | How do you sleep with all that you've done? |
[02:39.190] | Sending somebody else's son to die |
[02:48.560] | For things no one believes in |
[02:53.250] | Saluting your own charade |
[02:59.630] | As we line up in this heartless parade |
[03:09.690] | . |
[00:01.360] | . |
[00:03.570] | . |
[00:06.380] | . |
[00:13.640] | Six million souls lost to thin air |
[00:26.700] | Are wandering the earth again |
[00:33.780] | Lives, not numbers |
[00:38.530] | . |
[00:43.220] | All these ghosts, sons of mothers |
[00:56.150] | History is empty arms |
[01:02.470] | It' s just one thing after another |
[01:08.650] | And slowly we follow behind our boys |
[01:17.340] | . |
[01:22.340] | One day I' ll have a child of my own |
[01:34.840] | How will I tell him, oh |
[01:41.650] | This world, this world it is a good place |
[01:48.590] | How will I hide the fear from my face? |
[01:56.590] | . |
[02:27.170] | How do you sleep with all that you' ve done? |
[02:39.190] | Sending somebody else' s son to die |
[02:48.560] | For things no one believes in |
[02:53.250] | Saluting your own charade |
[02:59.630] | As we line up in this heartless parade |
[03:09.690] | . |
[00:01.360] | . |
[00:03.570] | . |
[00:06.380] | . |
[00:13.640] | Six million souls lost to thin air |
[00:26.700] | Are wandering the earth again |
[00:33.780] | Lives, not numbers |
[00:38.530] | . |
[00:43.220] | All these ghosts, sons of mothers |
[00:56.150] | History is empty arms |
[01:02.470] | It' s just one thing after another |
[01:08.650] | And slowly we follow behind our boys |
[01:17.340] | . |
[01:22.340] | One day I' ll have a child of my own |
[01:34.840] | How will I tell him, oh |
[01:41.650] | This world, this world it is a good place |
[01:48.590] | How will I hide the fear from my face? |
[01:56.590] | . |
[02:27.170] | How do you sleep with all that you' ve done? |
[02:39.190] | Sending somebody else' s son to die |
[02:48.560] | For things no one believes in |
[02:53.250] | Saluting your own charade |
[02:59.630] | As we line up in this heartless parade |
[03:09.690] | . |