The Color Of Industry

There is hope for us yet
We are young, we are wet
There is no time for respect
No time for regret, it s all for the end
And so it would begin
The best definition,
And so it seems
It s been so long
We are so gone, and never it felt like it
To anything ever again
We are, we are, ever

Here we go, faces to the globe
The color of industry lashed on our dreams
Shelter them from the snow, oh, oh, oh, oh
The city has show, oh
It would have us for his show, oh
Now life is over, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We are so gone, and never it felt like it
To anything ever again
We are, we are, ever
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