Proud, we are so proud Of What you've done, so dont burnt out You'll lose your soul, Your out of soul You think about, we talk about
Forget about your eyes, connect inside And show you are the world If i could i'd cut my wires And fix them up to you
All the losers will sink their teeth in you, into you
Praise is overdue, it's under-used A happy heart, for you to..
Lose your eyes, connect inside And show you all the world If i could I'd cut my wires And fix them up to you
All the losers will sink their teeth in you, into you
September rain, the morning dew To march in your parade Put on your boots and kick them to A place far away
And i'll be there ready to take the place I'm amazed that your not there
Compositores: Brendon Arthur James (PRS), Thomas William George Welham (PRS), William David South (PRS), Wilson Adam Michael (Adam Wilson) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #2231747 em 03/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM