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• Artiste: Manic Street Preachers
• Titre: Concrete Fields
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My old school has closed its doors The once green fields are now concrete floors And the roads are choking, full of misery and fear But my vision's getting clearer and my mind it feels so free And the work is hard and the wages are low But the smiles still appear and the rivers still flow And all I can do is sit here and moan But my heart still bleeds for this place that I call home My boyhood made of dreams of love The happiest of times sitting with my mum and dad But the bridges, the houses now dominate The vaping and the super schools, the breeding grounds of hate But those once green fields still live in my mind They seemed so perfect so simple and so kind Just me and my brother were kicking a ball The world so close and so beautiful And I got no answers, I place no blame I just feel longing and I wanna hear you name As I walk and I run through these once green fields It's easy to see what has disappeared And the air is getting heavy with memory and loss The joy and the freedom, but freedom at what cost? And the air is getting heavy with memory and loss The joy and the freedom, but freedom at what cost? Is this your inheritance? Is this all that's left? The mountains we climbed are now mountains of debt And the air is getting heavy with memory and loss The joy and the freedom, but freedom at what cost? We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun Yeah, we had joy, we had fun, we had some seasons in the sun Yeah, we had joy, we had fun, we had some seasons in the sun Yeah, we had joy, we had fun, we had some seasons in the sun