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Correct These Days Lyrics
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The buildings are burning In American homes And people are running From clouds of stone And houses are churning With people on the phone Oh no! These days to live These days to love Many, many people are going to learn That war is promising But it leaves before we can learn There are no days to burn Oh oh snapper I got the gun clapper Trying to call my papa cause times are getting fatter Flying bombs. I pour my heart out to the people What's one? But nine-one-one, nine-eleven What's the shock, war crafts crash blew up the whole block Breaking news, this shit gotta stop And these times people dying in flocks Oh my god! The life we live, broken-hearted and shattered in tears Children run from Gomorrah Or be turned to salt Pictures of justice Hung in empty halls And you know you got to go When duty calls And our children will read their names In a cold marble wall War is poverty but then hate is more They say these days bring pain but there's a art to war Acts of hate left so many shattered dreams 9/11 shocked the world with a terrible scene Breakin' News Channel 5 I can't believe my eyes Disaster strikes and it came outta the skies They say envy lead to terror, and terror went too far And to the people who passed, we remember who you are And these days ... These days to love These days to love Many, many people are going to learn That war is promising But it leaves before we can learn There are no days to burn I've see fire, and I've seen rain I've seen them sunny days I thought would never end And I've seen whole a lot of things I could not comprehend But I always thought I'd see you again! I seen what I feel I feel what is real I believe in the Lord As I reach for light I howl in the moonlight Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by bad men Better yet an al qaeda fighter, suicider, do-or-die-er Open fire for the higher power in the hour of destruction These chapters are wrote In a 747 the story is told A father holds a daughter who will never be grown Never move on, say so long to the prom A poor man sits with his wife in his arm Thinking if he had the chance, "I'd buy whatever she wants!" And a daughter looks at her father, "When are we going home?" Who knows where the mind goes when fuel is running low? I suppose they look from the window and scream When they see the sunbeams gleam from the wings of a bad dream These days to love These days to love Many, many people are going to learn That war is promising But it leaves before we can learn There are no days to burn There are no days to burn No days to burn No days to burn
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