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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Too Late |
| Album: | | Genres: | Blues |
| Year: | | Length: | 283 sec |
Lyrics:
There's a reason for the madness And there's a reason why we're all falling down Let us think about the action That keeps our fingers pinched, white with desire
Were we born to live, were we born to die? Why do we ground ourselves when we know that we can fly?
Yeah, fly, fly, yeah, fly, yeah
Do we have faith or do we live in doubt? Do we stick with it or do we pull out? As we walk along the long rows We can find in them the things we hate most
Were we born to live, were we born to die? Why do we ground ourselves when we know that we can fly?
Yeah, fly, fly, fly, fly, yeah
We won't win if we keep looking back What's done is done, the past won't be undone Everyone keep the faith Subdue your hate Before it's too late
There's a reason for the madness And there's a reason why we're all falling down Let us think about the action That keeps our fingers pinched, white with desire
Were we born to live, were we born to die? Why do we ground ourselves when we know, when we know, when we know that we can fly?
Yeah, fly, fly, yeah, fly, you know we can fly Everyone keep the faith Subdue your hate Before it's too late
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