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Artiste:
Jim Brooks
Titre:
The Only One
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A miracle can happen anytime but don't look too hard you'll waste your time A man can turn his life around but don't pray too hard âcause you'll be turned down The modern age has come and gone It's not too late to be the only one You've left a trace of your sketchy past but don't research or there will be questions to ask You've seen it all go down this way but don't turn your head or these memories will fade away This is the age of industry No room for life or the other things Religion is a second thought Ideas are sold, people are bought No guilt, no shame People all act the same The modern age has come and gone It's not too late to be the only one To think alike is what's expected but to think apart becomes a crime A moment has passed by in time and tomorrow it will be gone But no chance to grab that feel or to spin that wheel or maybe stop time Your soul may drown in shallow water but you've nothing more to live for And somewhere, someone prays for you as if to say they can save your soul but you've been looking for salvation for years and all you've found are dried-out tears This is the age of industry No room for life or the other things Religion is a second thought Ideas are sold, people are bought No guilt, no shame People all act the same The modern age has come and gone It's not too late to be the only one People gather around for your speech but they can't see the soapbox from which you preach A needle in a haystack in a sea full of bodies but you like to think you'll change the world Maybe they've heard this all before Crowds get tired of the same old man but you can't bury your head in the sand It's a belittling voice you've known that sets you apart from the norm But as your blood congeals you realize your end is almost near