The Great Depression
We are the sons and daughters of a revolution
Revolutionaries walking us out of oppression
And into a moral law promised land
And this is leaves us with this great sense of sadness dwelling inside our soul
No one can explain where it's coming from
Or where it's taking us
We just know that something is lost
But somehow we are lost
Lost
And this, my friend
Is the Great Depression
Revolutionaries walking us out of oppression
And into a moral law promised land
And this is leaves us with this great sense of sadness dwelling inside our soul
No one can explain where it's coming from
Or where it's taking us
We just know that something is lost
But somehow we are lost
Lost
And this, my friend
Is the Great Depression
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Tobias Dahlstroem, Tomas Nils Naeslund, Simon Frank Grenehed, Christian Thell Lindskog
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