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• Artiste: My Iron Lung
• Titre: When Tragedy Strikes
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Sunrise, early morning Just waking up, my eyes still shut Overhear the tv from the other room The news says over a hundred deaths were reported and it’s only six am Tell us a reason for it They say it’s still unclear at the moment Is there reason for this? A reason good enough for death? Still trying to comprehend why thing’s like this happen Why i’m always on the other end Watching violence through a lens Always thinking of how i’d deal with it and how it happened I can’t imagine, I can’t believe It’s a scene in the streets Ordinary movements, ordinary action What was your first reaction when the lights went off? What was your first reaction? What was it like when you first heard the noise? What did you see? How’d it make you feel? Paint an image vividly So I can feel it, so I can understand A flash before the eyes, what does that feel like? Life flashing before your eyes, what does that feel like? When tragedy strikes just close your eyes It seems unfair the way life plays out It seems unfair to say I understand at all When tragedy strikes it doesn’t care for a name It has no reason to stop I woke up early, sat by the window the next morning Thought about death and yesterday It seems so unfair, the way life plays out It seems so unfair to say I understand