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Wind Of Change
(专辑: Main Course - 1975)
In the
streets of New York City ev'ry man can feel the
cold. And I
don't want no pity, but I
want my story told. When the
lights shine down on me, they shine on the
little boy. Is this way to make him pay; be'ng born in a
world of joy. But like me he don't know where he'll go wrong; he won't cry so many tears till he finds out why he don't belong like me. there's no room for us out there; you can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams you'll get your share. Sometime a
man breaks down, and the
good thing he is looking for are crushed into the
ground. Get on up, look around; can't you feel the
wind of change? Get on up, taste the
air; can't you see the
wind of change; Don't you understand what I'm saying, we need a
god down there. A
man to lead us children, take us from the
valley of fear. Make the
lights shine down on us, show us the
road to go. Help us survive, make us arrive, teach us what we need to know. But like me he don't know where he'll go wrong; he won't cry so many tears till he finds out why he don't belong like me. there's no room for us out there; you can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams you'll get your share. Sometime a
man breaks down, and the
good thing he is looking for are crushed into the
ground. Get on up, look around; can't you feel the
wind of change? Get on up, taste the
air; can't you see the
wind of change; Get on up ...
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