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MMB
04:06
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My respect for you
Because you care, because you share
Because it ain´t easy, no it is hard
Living by our heart
My respect for those
Who stand up strong, knowing we are wrong
Because it ain´t easy, no it is hard
Living by your heart
Find myself doing what I am told
And I´m not living by own heart
No, I sell myself (Chorus 2: Too weak to be free)
Find myself doing what I am told
Knowing this is not me
Cause I´m too weak to be free
All shame on us,
Because we are weak, because we don´t speak
Because we are lazy
(I am a traitor to myself)
Because I´m singing this song and I´m doing it wrong
I´m not making it better
(I am a traitor to myself)
I know this people won´t safe me, I know you can blame me, I am not who I´m supposed to be
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Ain't no Flag
03:41
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I see them marching, with faces so cold
And I´m wondering, where the feelings had gone
You say they are soldiers fighting for peace
But I see sons and daughters, dying for nothing
There ain´t no flag, I say there ain´t no flag,
There ain´t no flag can justify this world as a wreck
There ain´t no flag, say can you hear me? There ain´t no flag
Can justify a mother’s tears, dropping on her son’s wooden coffin
But I don´t want that my children become,
those frozen faces, dying in faraway places,
with no one, to hold their hand
when they are falling on the desert sand
screaming out, for help alone,
and then buried under a cross made of stone
And as they were falling on their knees for the first time, they see
History, history is wasted for another time, for another time
In their darkest moment, in the last minute of their life, they can hear
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Changing the Core
02:42
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When the voiceless raise their voice
Whenstatic people make a move all on their own
Our weapon is the voice
And we must make our last choice
We break our chains
We burn it down in flames
This is the moment
This is the movement
Right in the light
Right in the dawn
We carry on
We will move on
Against their plans, against their banks
Everybody´s on the street
To be free
Nodecoration, but a new ground
Hope for salvation,
No longer will we bound
Our weapon is the voice
And now we are making the last choice
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Train
02:56
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There is a story that I heard
And it moved my heart
In my mindI could see
Steel, smoke and hot wheels
But now you tell me that this world has changed
This world is in pain
You ride this train
Ride it far away
Till the end of the day
There´s no price to pay
Ride this train, far away
And you told me
That it´s your own choice to be free
like the train rolling on and on
just go far away
Now my teacher has gone, how can I carry on
Left me alone and all on own
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Work, Fight and Die
02:46
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Come on now:
About a time, crime blossomed out
And darkness spread
A time branded by poverty
They all were soldiers. They all were workers
And they had no choice, so they raised their voice
As they were marching through the hills, they were screaming out
We work and we fight
Till the end of the night
cause this is our life
But it´s not
We are meant to be free
But we´re not giving up
No, we´re not giving up
No, we won´t
What is a life worth
Why should we give birth?
Let them out in a world full of war
They are working for a man
Who thinks it´s funny
To see families die
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Turning Streets
03:16
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I remember a time when,
When we used to siton the streets at night
Just drinking wine
Now I´m lookingat us, wondering
Where these streets had turned
Where we´re going now
We all have changed bynow
Friends went elsewhere somehow
And I´ve tried so hard, but I can´t now stop the time
(We all have changed by now)
So, I´m just trying to keep myself as true as I can
I remember a time when
When we didn´t have
A care about what they think
Where this life brings us
Cause we once were dregs of society
And we fought against
All the authority
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Two Sons Bruneck, Italy
Established 2016 in the northern part of Italy, creating music we love. Check out our record and support your local music scene!
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