Brendan James - Manchester Lyrics

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Manchester

Manchester Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Manchester By Brendan James?
Plains and painted trees, the long south willow street
A raging river turning. Feelings never change, the names remain the same, and children go on learning. Like all the town she fights, she prays she'll do it right. With nature's sounds to guide her safely through the night. All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young. This is all of Manchester together to carry us on Shades of red and white in the blinking of an eye, the blues not far behind. Free to live for the price of the cold November night, A chill that never dies Like all the town she fights, she prays she'll do it right. With nature's sounds to guide her safely through the night. All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young. This is all of Manchester together to carry us on All of Manchester Father Roger speaks, he brings us to our knees Oh it's beautiful All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young. This is all of Manchester together to carry us on |
Who Wrote Manchester By Brendan James?
Brendan James, Tony Bruno, Wally Gagel
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What's The Duration Of The Manchester By Brendan James?The duration of Manchester is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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