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• Artiste: Abhinanda
• Titre: The Preacher
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So we were the kids growing up without a guide, Sitting with the TV on conidering suicide, And I interpret Bob`s telling us that God`s, No longer on our side. Well who is he and who am I to tell you anything, All I want is a girl to say "I`ll wear your ring". Yeah I know what hell is, a place without Elvis, And the voice with which he sings. The simplicity of the pen and the paper can make the world follow like a tune played by the pied piper. Now we batter up, gonna play with your head We batter up to play with your head, Reevaluate all the things that you`ve read We batter up to play with your head. Dreamers do what they`re always done, And this night has only just begun, With the inflicted pain, by our hero Wayne, They say he`s first with his gun. We changed the world or ourselves at least But we never proclaimed to be high-priests. We sacrificed, our own lives, And we`re the only ones who seem pleased.