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Compilation - 9 novembre 1993 - Debaser id 46466

di Mark Knopfler

instrumentalThousands of years and nothing has changed
We are killing each other every day
Dices of future are rolling again
Telling who's gonna live or die away
Unleash yourself and prepare for the worst
The only way to survive
Here we are, standing too far
To realize our destiny

There's something wrong with our breed
We keep on wanting more we need
Look at our children with fear in their eyes
Innocent minds full of hatred, anger and lies

In the course of years, we've been making laws
We're supposed to live by the rules
But always there's someone who's lost and alone
And getting approval only from fools
So where do we point and who we'll believe
What comes around goes around
For what reason why, what's the truth and the lie
The question's never answered

There's something wrong with our breed
We keep on wanting more we need
Look at our children with fear in their eyes
Innocent minds full of hatred and lies

Armed to the teeth, ready for a kill
No plans for the future, no reason to live
We are the mirror what they'll become
You know what they say, like father like son
There's no one to blame, there is no "the truth"
This is our legacy what we will leave for our youth
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Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I visit the place of my birth
And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth,
In the sweet sounding language of home.

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I gaze on the mountains again,
On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens,
Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken
In the haunts of the deer I will roam

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue,
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
To the women and men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home.
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