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• Artiste: Our Last Night
• Titre: Sunrise
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Full of despair, inside a darkness Self conscious and scared held prisoner of war Running out of air, buried in a sadness Want a way out of this paralyzing world And the sounds of the cries when a family's loved one dies It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) Searching for a way to escape the madness A dire need for change as we fight for better days The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade Holding in a cry for love Abandoned and afraid When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) I won't go to my grave until a difference is made I won't go to my grave until a difference is made, until a difference is made When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3) I won't go to my grave Until a difference is made Until a difference is made Until a difference is made From time to time, there arise among human beings, people, who seem to exute love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat