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• Artiste: Tonight We Sing
• Titre: Darkness Heroes
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Have you ever seen in the eye of the very poor? Have you ever held the hand of a dying soul? Have you seen the countless wrinkles on the face of the worker, And the anger in the fists of the ones who resist? Have you ever seen the world? Have you ever felt the cold of the factories? Have you already been on your knees in a field before the sun wakes up? Did you ever care about somebody you don't know Without demanding anything? This one's for the darkness heroes Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean, For this bus driver struggling to be there on time So we can kiss our kids to sleep. For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows, The true blood and the heart of a city. Have you ever confessed all the lies and all the waste? When all you want is to possess, all we want is to protest. You'll end up alone on your throne, We'll rise up above, loud and proud, Because you're crown is made of wood And our voice is made of songs. Have you ever heard the world? This one's for the darkness heroes Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean, For this bus driver struggling to be there on time So we can kiss our kids to sleep. For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows, The true blood and the heart of a city. The true blood and the heart of a city. I'd cut my hand and feed the sharks, To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for. I'd stitch my eyes and meet the blind, To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for. I'd peel my skin and sear my ears, To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for. I'd crush my knees and slice my feet, To keep our freedom as a thing worth fighting for. This one's for the darkness heroes Doing their best at night to keep our streets clean, For this bus driver struggling to be there on time So we can kiss our kids to sleep. For the forgotten, the ones nobody knows, The true blood and the heart of a city. The true blood and the heart of a city.