The Call - Blood Red (America) Lyrics
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Blood Red (America)
Blood Red (America) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Blood Red (America) By The Call?
Did we ask for trouble when we asked for breath?
A silent witness put to the test In a frozen moments an offering made Foreign rumors live to this day, sing on yeah Do, you feel protected inside the white walls? A world neglected heads for a fall A fate suspended each day is a gift A world offended, God what is this? He says, "We'll walk in the front door And proudly raise our heads" I say, "Man you must be joking Our hands are covered in blood red" Got a way that's easy, the territory's marked Hurl us backwards back to the start A cool deception, a gifted tongue Nations falling down, down, down He says, "We'll walk in the front door And proudly raise our heads" I say, "Man you must be foolin' Our hands are covered in blood red" Well, I see you standing beneath the tree Your hands uplifted, on bended knee In a fateful hour you hear another voice I must remember what was my choice He says, "I am the one, the one for you" A look in your eyes can tell me what to do" I feel ecstatic, I feel transformed More than conquered down to the bone Yeah then we'll walk in right through heaven's door And proudly raise our heads I say, "Man you must be dreaming Our hands are covered blood red" It covered blood red |
Who Wrote Blood Red (America) By The Call?
Michael Been
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What's The Duration Of The Blood Red (America) By The Call?The duration of Blood Red (America) is 3:42 minutes and seconds. |
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