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    Tobacco Road  - Poets of the Fall (cover)

    Light breaks the horizon as I lean against this wall
    Sunshine wakes the energy from deep within the soil
    Once again tomorrow rises from the factory floor
    In the open hand lies the key to every door

    Voices raise demanding for is right for what is might
    Knowing the children before let they have to fight
    By the wall a boy steps out, another cigarette
    Morning in the city’s unwilling to start yet

    On tobacco road the lucky boys are singing
    But the victims can not show us this humorous day
    Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never ever fall
    knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never ever fall

    I remember when I saw a kite saw through the sky
    Ask my father if he’d catch that pretty butterfly
    Looking in his eyes I saw it was a world away
    People on tobacco road may look but they can’t play

    Evening comes so slowly like a whisper from the deep
    All along tobacco road the time has come for sleep
    Shadows hide the boy as sunset steals away the light
    If it takes forever one day he will have that kite

    Tobacco road and the lucky boys are singing
    But the victims have no chance to see us today
    Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never ever fall
    Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never ever fall

    Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never ever fall
    Knife in hand the boy scratches a message on the wall
    On tobacco road his dream will never fall