Sparks - Tryouts for the Human Race Lyrics
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Tryouts for the Human Race
Tryouts for the Human Race Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Tryouts for the Human Race By Sparks?
We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night
One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone [Chorus:] Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn Ah, we are a quarter-billion strong Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn We just want to be someone We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die [Chorus] We must, we must, we must leave from here We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son We're just words that lovers use, words thaat light that automatic fuse When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Tryouts for the Human Race By Sparks?
Giorgio Moroder, Giorgio G. Moroder, Ronald D Mael, Russell Craig Mael
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What's The Duration Of The Tryouts for the Human Race By Sparks?The duration of Tryouts for the Human Race is 6:08 minutes and seconds. |
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