Blindside - The great depression
We are the sons and daughters of a revolution
Revolutionaries walking us
out of oppression
and into a no-law promised land
Where there is no right or wrong
And this leaves us
with a great sense of sadness growing inside our soul
No one can explain where it's coming from
Or where it's taking us We just know that something is lost
That somehow we are lost
And this, my friend, is the great depression
Revolutionaries walking us
out of oppression
and into a no-law promised land
Where there is no right or wrong
And this leaves us
with a great sense of sadness growing inside our soul
No one can explain where it's coming from
Or where it's taking us We just know that something is lost
That somehow we are lost
And this, my friend, is the great depression
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