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Song	As Yet Untitled
Artist	Terence Trent D'Arby
Album	Introducing The Hardline According To Terence Trent D'Arby
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	作词 : DArby
	Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
	Far from a river where things grow green
	The flowers weep and they lean away
	From the blood stained soil beneath my feet.
	The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
	And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
	On propaganda page
	That will rule your life and fuel my rage.
	I tried to bend my knees
	But my knees were already bent
	I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
	I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day
	I guess I'll have to depend on me.
	Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
	Did I surrender forth my right to be?
	Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
	And this same ground still haunts me.
	The cool September blows the seeds away
	The harvest blown again this year
	But I'll return a stronger man
	I'll return to me my homeland
	No grave shall hold my body down
	This land is still my home.

	zuo ci : DArby
	Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
	Far from a river where things grow green
	The flowers weep and they lean away
	From the blood stained soil beneath my feet.
	The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
	And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
	On propaganda page
	That will rule your life and fuel my rage.
	I tried to bend my knees
	But my knees were already bent
	I haven' t stood like a man for such a long time now
	I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day
	I guess I' ll have to depend on me.
	Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
	Did I surrender forth my right to be?
	Y' see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
	And this same ground still haunts me.
	The cool September blows the seeds away
	The harvest blown again this year
	But I' ll return a stronger man
	I' ll return to me my homeland
	No grave shall hold my body down
	This land is still my home.

	zuò cí : DArby
	Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
	Far from a river where things grow green
	The flowers weep and they lean away
	From the blood stained soil beneath my feet.
	The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
	And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
	On propaganda page
	That will rule your life and fuel my rage.
	I tried to bend my knees
	But my knees were already bent
	I haven' t stood like a man for such a long time now
	I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day
	I guess I' ll have to depend on me.
	Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
	Did I surrender forth my right to be?
	Y' see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
	And this same ground still haunts me.
	The cool September blows the seeds away
	The harvest blown again this year
	But I' ll return a stronger man
	I' ll return to me my homeland
	No grave shall hold my body down
	This land is still my home.

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