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• Artiste: Call (The)
• Titre: Blood Red (America)
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Did we ask for trouble When we asked for breath A silent witness put to the test In a frozen moment An offering made Foreign rumors live to this day Do you feel protected Inside white walls A world neglected heads for a fall A fate suspended Each day is a gift A world offended - God, wha tis this He says, "We'll walk in the front door And proudly raise our heads" I say man you must be joking our hands are covered in blood red You've got a way that's easy The territory's marked Hurl us backwards - back to the start A cool deception A gifted tongue Nations falling down, down, down He says, "We'll walk in the front door And proudly raise our heads" I say you must be foolin' Our hands are covered in blood red I see you standing Beneath the tree Your hands uplifted, on bended knee In a fateful hour You hear another voice I must remember what was my choice He says, "I am the one The one for you." A look in your eyes can tell me what to do I feel ecstatic I feel tranformed More than conquered down to the bone He says, "We'll walk in right through heaven's door And proudly raise our heads" I say man you must be dreaming Our hands are covered blood red