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• Artiste: Wesley Schultz
• Titre: My City Of Ruins
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There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church door's thrown open I can hear the organ's song, but the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city is in ruins Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees Young men on the corner, like scattered leaves The boarded up windows and the empty streets While my brother's down on his knees My city of ruins My city is in ruins Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, risе up! Come on, rise up! Come on, risе up! Now's there's tears on the pillow, down there where you slept And you took my heart when you left Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend Tell me, how do I begin again? My city of ruins My city is in ruins Now, with these hands With these hands I pray, Lord With these hands With these hands I pray for the strength, Lord With these hands With these hands I pray for your love, Lord With these hands With these hands I pray for the lost, Lord With these hands With these hands I pray for the change, Lord With these hands With these hands Pray for the faith, Lord (With these hands) These hands With these hands I pray for your love, Lord With these hands (C'mon!) With these (C'mon!) hands Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!