story high歌词

Funeral For A Friend - The Great Wide Open
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Spitting from the bridges
like a bird perched on a branch
i'm wilting like a tree
that will never let me breathe
Soul soldier with your gun held high
where does the crow fly
soul soldier with your gun held high
will you follow it home
For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open
No it never came back to break me
the way it broke it down
spitting from the bridges
while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground
Soul sailor with your flag held high
where does the crow fly
soul sailor with your flag held high
will you follow it home
For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open
For the road that we walk
has more miles left to talk
stories on and on we go
into the great wide open
into the great wide open
Woh The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head
Woh The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head
Soul soldier with your gun held high
where does the crow fly
soul soldier with your gun held high
will you follow it home
The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head
The rush of the flood
sends the blood to my head
Climb out....over me
Climb out....ohh...over me
into the great wide open
制作END 编辑于2008/05/24更新