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• Artiste: Red City Radio
• Titre: If All Else Fails Play Dead
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Give me your tired poor huddled masses yearning to be free the wretched refuse to this teaming shire and these homeless tempest tossed to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door we rise up from the graves with our father's bones with broken hearts we swore allegiance but not today and not no more we hold on to memories stored one of these days I'll stand up and be counted one of these days I'll make my family proud one of these days I'll raise my voice so loud for the benefit of everyone Give me your tired poor huddled masses yearning to be free the wretched refuse to this teaming shire and these homeless tempest tossed to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door back to me before we're standing on the verge of indifference back to me or give up everything you've ever wanted to know One of these days when our history's not based on lies one of these days there's no deceiving heart or deceitful eye one of these days they're always right I lift my lamp beside the golden door send these homeless tempest tossed to me