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• Artiste: Rush
• Titre: Bravest Face
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Though we might have precious little It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel it's true At least for a few of us... I like that world That makes a wonderful song But there's a darker point of view But sadly just as true For so many among us Though we might have precious little It's still precious In the sweetest child There's a vicious streak In the strongest mind There's a child so weak In the whole wide world There's no magic place So you might as well rise Put on your bravest face! Put on your bravest face... I like that show Where they solve all the murders And your growing point of view It's got justice and vengeance too At least as the story goes... I like that story It makes a satisfying case But there's a messy point of view That's sadly just as true For so many among us For so many among us... In the softess voice There's an acid tongue In the oldest eyes There's a soul so young In the shakiest will There's a core of steel In the smoothest ride There's a squeaky wheel In the sweetest child There's a vicious streak In the strongest mind There's a child so weak In the whole wide world There's no magic place So you might as well rise Put on your bravest face! Put on your bravest face... In the softess voice There's an acid tongue In the oldest eyes There's a soul so young In the shakiest will There's a core of steel On the smoothest ride There's a squeaky wheel In the sweetest child There's a vicious streak In the strongest man There's a child so weak In the whole wide world There's no magic place So you might as well rise Put on your bravest face! Put on your bravest face... Though we might have precious little It's still precious In the softess voice There's an acid tongue In the oldest eyes There's a soul so young