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von ’68

My hands are weak, they′re a soldier with no war
Good fathers are hard to hold
Once they are gone
It's the hardest time that I′ve ever known
I love you all, but wise men say
That violent roads we make

That's not the end
We can make it our own
Long, long way down
Long, long way to go


Close all your eyes
The future so bright
But they've sold all their youth
For fame
But I can′t recall their names
Never

That′s not the end
We can make it our own
Long, long way down
Long, long way to go

It's something to hold
Something to fight
Something to show