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We Still Got Hope
04:42
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WE STILL GOT HOPE
We woke up today
By the sound of gunfire
The birds are long gone
And with them left our freedom
There are tanks in our town
But we still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
Now we don't have guns
To fight for our lives
So together we stand
In front of their palace
And we start to sing
Cause we still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
What's left to do
For us in this world
Is to rise like the sun
Again and again
But we'll never go down
Cause we still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
We still got hope
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2. |
Waste of War
03:18
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WASTE OF WAR
We found our selves
Oh in a strange land
With sound hearts
And our necks tied up
We don't know what went wrong
When the bombs began
We won't pay our blood for oil
No we don'T want your money we want
Change
Oh and if I have just one wish
Bring me home alive
To my kids and to my
To my kids and to my wife
Cause my kids are like the birds
That are swinging through my skies
We won't pay our blood for oil
No we don'T want your money we want
Change
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3. |
Petrol Patrol
04:50
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PETROL PATROL
Come on all in and join the Petrol Patrol
A monument, a big monument to destruction
The fires are causing big black clouds
They're crawling like snakes through the desert sky
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
The people are waving their hands in the air
They're searching for another god to help them out
So many have died in this useless war
With teary eyes and freedom on their minds
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
And now they are trying to break free
From their state of mental slavery
They're screaming and shouting with one loud voice
For us to help them break their prison walls
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
We're caught in a hydro-carbonate trap
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4. |
I Drink Alone
02:43
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I DRINK ALONE
Oh it is the darkest hour
The darkest hour of this goddamn night
And you might search me
I am nowhere to find
Cause I am sitting at the bar tonight
Yes I'm at the bar and I didn't had enough
I'd like to have more beer so please serve over here
Can I have some more I begin to mourn
Because I drink alone
Now I have my second beer
The second in an endless line
And I feel handsome and irresistable
Cause I am sitting at the bar tonight
Yes I'm at the bar and I didn't had enough
I'd like to have more beer so please serve over here
Can I have some more I begin to mourn
Because I drink alone
And then the door swings open
and it enters this pretty girl
There are no seats left
So she sits next to me
And we are sitting at the bar tonight
Yes we're at the bar and we didn't had enough
We'd like to have more beer so please serve over here
Can we have some more we begin to mourn
Before we drink alone
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Sailor [Bonus]
03:54
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SAILOR
Sailor with your hands upon the rope
To find a place of hope
Sailor you look up to the dove
To find a place of love
And you stand upon the deck of your ship
And the wind is blowing in your face
And your face was formed by the sea
And you lift your sails to be free
Sailor, oh sailor
Sailor with your ship upon the waves
To find a place to be save
Sailor yeah you cross the sea
To find a place to be free
Free
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Tomorrow Aurich, Germany
Tomorrow is a two men band from Germanys northern coast.
They played their first show in early 2009 in their
hometown and since then played in a lot of different places. In late 2011 their new record Pirate Radio will come out, followed by a little tour through Europe in 2012.
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