In the blinding light of pure white sand
Filling the beaches of brazil
In the shining sun under withering trees
The boy holds onto harbors anxiously
Fishermen gave him motherly love
Until the dreams dusk washes it off
On the horizon
He's on his way
In my dream
How I held you
You should've seen
How I held you
In a fair world
We could've seen it
In a fair world
We should've seen it
I'm awake
I lost my gun
I'm wide awake
Johnny lost his gun
SOS
SOS
SOS
SOS
In the dirty streets people bathe in vice
Spiteful indignation is the reason they hide
Lab-coated teachers turn into the preachers that want to be devine
Forcing little birds to stay inside
I'm a writer
I'm a painter
I'm a hospital cleaner
I'm your lover
Fuji Meru - Brazil Lyrics
Fuji Meru - Brazil Lyrics
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In the blinding light of pure white sand
Filling the beaches of brazil
In the shining sun under withering trees
The boy holds onto harbors anxiously
Fishermen gave him motherly love
Until the dreams dusk washes it off
On the horizon
He's on his way
In my dream
How I held you
You should've seen
How I held you
In a fair world
We could've seen it
In a fair world
We should've seen it
I'm awake
I lost my gun
I'm wide awake
Johnny lost his gun
SOS
SOS
SOS
SOS
In the dirty streets people bathe in vice
Spiteful indignation is the reason they hide
Lab-coated teachers turn into the preachers that want to be devine
Forcing little birds to stay inside
I'm a writer
I'm a painter
I'm a hospital cleaner
I'm your lover
Filling the beaches of brazil
In the shining sun under withering trees
The boy holds onto harbors anxiously
Fishermen gave him motherly love
Until the dreams dusk washes it off
On the horizon
He's on his way
In my dream
How I held you
You should've seen
How I held you
In a fair world
We could've seen it
In a fair world
We should've seen it
I'm awake
I lost my gun
I'm wide awake
Johnny lost his gun
SOS
SOS
SOS
SOS
In the dirty streets people bathe in vice
Spiteful indignation is the reason they hide
Lab-coated teachers turn into the preachers that want to be devine
Forcing little birds to stay inside
I'm a writer
I'm a painter
I'm a hospital cleaner
I'm your lover
Writer: Philipp Hagenlocher
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid