The Ground

Michael Stanley

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    There's rumors of angels tonight
    But I'm not quite sure what to believe
    And if God's in His heaven
    How come all's not right with the world...
    And these questions can crush you
    And kill all your spirit
    And drop you straight down to your knees
    Where you find yourself hiding behind all
    Those flags left unfurled

    Ah, take nothing for granted hold everything dear
    But some things are certain and perfectly clear...

    Soldiers leave their blood
    Lovers leave their hearts
    Scholars leave their wisdom
    And poets leave their art
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    Some leave their innocence
    Others leave their soul
    Some try when they're younger
    Some not till they're old
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    And how many lines can they move now
    Till anyone knows where to stand
    And how many songs does it take
    Till you find your voice...
    And we've all been blindsided by
    Worlds that collided
    Now nothing's according to plan
    And what you do know is clearly
    A matter of choice...

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    Ah, take nothing for granted hold everything dear
    But some things are certain and perfectly clear...

    Soldiers leave their blood
    Lovers leave their hearts
    Scholars leave their wisdom
    And poets leave their art
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    Some leave their innocence
    Others leave their soul
    Some try when they're younger
    Some not till they're old
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    Oh and, there are those who can get away clean
    They're the ones who don't even try
    They're the ones who believe that there
    Ain't much more
    Then gettin' out of here alive...yeah...

    Soldiers leave their blood
    Lovers leave their hearts
    Scholars leave their wisdom
    And poets leave their art
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    Some leave their innocence
    Others leave their soul
    Some try when they're younger
    Some not till they're old
    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    We all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    And we all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

    And we all leave something every time
    We try and take the ground...

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    Composición: Michael Stanley

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