Duran Duran - Finest Hour Lyrics

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Finest Hour

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What Are The Lyrics For Finest Hour By Duran Duran?
How does it feel out on the ice?
You speak to the crowd but nobody hears It's not a dream and you are no prize And you're not alone come in from the fear Gonna take it back Take back the life that you want to lead Been under quiet attack But now it's time for you and me Gonna take it back You've got to fight for what you believe We're gonna make this stand The finest hour that we see When did our choice become erased? Where is the violence in this crowd? Now that our voice has been replaced With a silence that screams out loud Gonna take it back Take back the life that you want to lead Been under quiet attack But now it's time for you and me Gonna take it back You've got to fight for what you believe We're gonna make this stand The finest hour that we see Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Gonna take it back Take back the life that you want to lead Been under quiet attack But now it's time for you and me Gonna take it back You've got to fight for what you believe We're gonna make this stand The finest hour that we see Yeah, the finest hour that we see We're gonna make this stand The Finest Hour that we see Yeah -eah - eah -eah -eah |
Who Wrote Finest Hour By Duran Duran?
Simon John Charles Le Bon, Nick Rhodes, John Nigel Taylor, Roger Andrew Taylor, Cid Eduardo Meireles, Andrew Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Finest Hour By Duran Duran?The duration of Finest Hour is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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