In the flash of an hour watching dreams fall from towers
All I once knew came tumbling down
Now that face on the wall is a ghost in the hall of a
place where he never comes round.
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power,
I still find a reason to believe.
I sit listening alone to that message on the phone
Said a prayer then he whispered goodbye
Now our boy is a man and I call him when I can
How I hope that he don't hear me cry.
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power,
I still find a reason to believe
And I still I cry underneath September Skies
Ten years gone but my nightmare goes on
In an endless war tell me please how many more
have to die before my sweet boy comes home
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour When I'm drained of all
power, I still find a reason to believe.
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power
I still find a reason to believe
All I once knew came tumbling down
Now that face on the wall is a ghost in the hall of a
place where he never comes round.
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power,
I still find a reason to believe.
I sit listening alone to that message on the phone
Said a prayer then he whispered goodbye
Now our boy is a man and I call him when I can
How I hope that he don't hear me cry.
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power,
I still find a reason to believe
And I still I cry underneath September Skies
Ten years gone but my nightmare goes on
In an endless war tell me please how many more
have to die before my sweet boy comes home
And what would you guess bout a strangers caress
That reminds me of what we used to be
At the end of the hour When I'm drained of all
power, I still find a reason to believe.
At the end of the hour when I'm drained of all power
I still find a reason to believe
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Una canzone contro la guerra scritta da un repubblicano? Per quanto non ci convinca molto questa presa di posizione dieci anni dopo per far finire una "guerra infinita" che il suo partito ha scatenato (e che l'altro partito ha continuato, bisogna dire), inseriamo anche questo "pezzo contro la guerra" di Joe Scarborough.
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