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Miracle of Sound
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Keepers
We've been sown, grown here on the soil With roots that burrow deep We've been long left, but edges of the coil now Closer ever creep
Elders, tellers, keepers of the bygone Treasures of the dirt Brush and string we scribble and we sing And dig for the annals of the earth
And we try try try To keep a little beauty in the world All that died died died We keep it in our hands
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun They came down to the shores Motors hard, loud Beaten, overcome No peace here anymore
Bridges rigid, wicked are the pillars Push us till we fall (until we fall) Prophet's lies burn craving in their eyes still Casting a shadow over all
And we try try try 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 To keep a little beauty in the world All that died died died We keep it in our hands
Oh oh oh, oh oh We are the fading voice (We are the elders, tellers) Oh oh oh, oh oh We keep it in our hands
Oh, we tell it to the page Oh, we never let it fade
And we try try try To keep a little beauty in the world All that died died died We keep it in our hands Oh oh oh, oh oh We are the fading voice (We are the elders, tellers) Oh oh oh, oh oh Keep it in our hands
(Keep it in our hands) (Yeah-hea)
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