Os Paralamas - Running on the Spot Lyrics
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Running on the Spot
Running on the Spot Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Running on the Spot By Os Paralamas?
I was hoping wed make real progress
But it seems we have lost the power Any tiny step of advancement Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean Were running on the spot always have always will ? Were just the next generation of the emotionally crippled Though we keep piling up the building blocks The structure never seems to get any higher Because we keep kicking out the foundations And stand useless while our lives fall down I believe in life and I believe in love But the world in which I live in keeps trying to prov wrong Out the pastures we call society You ant see further than the bottom of your glass Only you but easily shocked You get all violent when the boats gets rocked Just like sheep little lambs into the slaughter Don't fully grasp what exactly is wrong Truth is you never cared still You get all violent when the boats gets rocked Intelligence should be our first weapon And stop reveling in rejection And follow yourselves not some aging drain brain Whose quite content to go on feeding your garbage Were running on the spot always have always will? Were just the next generation of the emotionally crippled |
Who Wrote Running on the Spot By Os Paralamas?
Paul John Weller
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What's The Duration Of The Running on the Spot By Os Paralamas?The duration of Running on the Spot is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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