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Lyricist: The Movement
Lyrics:
We walk this ground till the leaves turn brown And the springtime calls us again We wobble as the world spins around and around It reminds us of the spaces we've been. We see the new day bring the sun and the moon And whisper our secrets to the dead. Our Voices echo in triumph and doom Only the spirits will remember what we said. And they say nothing's gonna be the same Everything is gonna have to change. But we keep on pushin like a steaming train Hoping that the fire will remain. But I say everyone will know our name Spoken by the people or the page. And maybe we'll live on in the wind and the rain To see our children do the same. We walk this ground till the leaves turn brown And the springtime calls us again We wobble as the world spins around and around It reminds us of the spaces we've been. We see the new day bring the sun and the moon And whisper our secrets to the dead. Our Voices echo in triumph and doom Only the spirits will remember what we said. And they say nothing's gonna be the same Everything is gonna have to change. But we keep on pushin like a steaming train Hoping that the fire will remain. But I say everyone will know our name Spoken by the people or the page. And maybe we'll live on in the wind and the rain To see our children do the same. And they say nothing's gonna be the same Everything is gonna have to change. But we keep on pushin like a steaming train Hoping that the fire will remain. But I say everyone will know our name Spoken by the people or the page. And maybe we'll live on in the wind and the rain To see our children do the same.
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